The recorder does not know what the words mean.

I live, even after my physical structure has long since been destroyed.

And, behold, the world is made new.

The words flow from these painted lips, yet they are not mine.

To you people to whom art is no mere ground for conversation but the source of real exaltation...

There was a man, and he was a man who, for ten years, had kept his mind filled with dark and heartbroken thinking.

Have we ever met anywehre before?

I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes about music and its place in your life.

Please call me Bruce, everybody does.

Physically, one nation may not differ greatly from another.