Quotes by Don Johnson

“I have learned that only two things are necessary to keep one's wife happy. First let her think she's having her way. And second let her have it.”

“O black and unknown bards of long ago How came your lips to touch the sacred fire? How in your darkness did you come to know The power and beauty of the minstrel's lyre?”

“America has not always been kind to its artists and scholars. Somehow the scientists always seem to get the penthouse while the arts and humanities get the basement.”

“People in the business will stay with you through drugs and alcohol and divorces and insanity and everything else, but you have a failure, pal, and they don't want to know nothing about you!”

“I struggled for 15 years in this business before Miami Vice came along.”

“It’s no disgrace to be black, but it’s often very inconvenient.”

“O black and unknown bards of long ago How came your lips to touch the sacred fire? How in your darkness did you come to know The power and beauty of the minstrel's lyre?”

“Life's too short to drink bad wine or smoke poor cigars.”

“Lift every voice and singTill earth and heaven ring,Ring with the harmonies of Liberty.Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies;Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.”

“We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered.”

“The colored people of this country know and understand the white people better than the white people know and understand them.”

“Every race and every nation should be judged by the best it has been able to produce, not by the worst.”

“The glory of the day was in her face,The beauty of the night was in her eyes.”

“It is from the blues that all that may be called American music derives its most distinctive characteristic.”

“How would you have us, as we are?Or sinking 'neath the load we bear?Our eyes fixed forward on a star?Or gazing empty at despair?”

“O black and unknown bards of long ago,How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?How, in your darkness, did you come to knowThe power and beauty of the minstrels' lyre?”

“Whose starward eyeSaw chariot swing low? And who was heThat breathed that comforting, melodic sigh,Nobody knows de trouble I see?”

“You sang far better than you knew; the songsThat for your listeners’ hungry hearts sufficedStill live,—but more than this to you belongs:You sang a race from wood and stone to Christ.”

“Father, Father Abraham,To-day look on us from above;On us, the offspring of thy faith,The children of thy Christ-like love.”

“I am a thing not new, I am as oldAs human nature. I am that which lurks,Ready to spring whenever a bar is loosed;The ancient trait which fights incessantlyAgainst restraint, balks at the upward cli...”