The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

What are men to rocks and mountains?

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.

Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?

I can see the snow-capped mountains, see true native Eskimos, native Indians. And everybody is just warm and open-hearted. It's like everyone is trying so hard to help you, ... But the minute I can move back, I will. I lived my life there. New Orleans is home, and I'm going back home. But by the grace of God, I made it out.

We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.