Alone I'm nothing.

The whole idea of music, from the beginning of time, was for people to be happy

All I can say is that it's amazing what you can accomplish when you're young and foolish.

I think that passion and love and pain are all bearable, and they go to make love beautiful.

Kashmir is my last resort. I think, if I truly deserve it one day, I should go there and stay there for quite a while. Or if I really need it at any point, it should be my haven, my Shangri-la.

I like the idea of being alone. I like the idea of often being alone in all aspects of my life. I like to feel lonely. I like to need things.

Music is for every single person that walks the planet.

Don't be hard on yourself. And take as many chances, risks, as you can.

You have nothing. One should never allow themselves to think that they have, one can just touch - to have is to lack appreciation, to touch is to want to touch again.

As we wind on down the road, our shadows taller than our souls.

('Stairway to Heaven' is) a nice pleasant, well-meaning naive little song, very English. It's not the definitive Led Zeppelin song. 'Kashmir' is.

A person doesn't have to change who he is to become better.

People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.

Matter is spirit reduced to point of visibility.

All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.

Christians are supposed to be evangelicals. And I am. I am evangelical.

One effect of sustained conflict is to narrow our vision of what is possible. Time and time again, conflicts are resolved through shifts that were unimaginable at the start.

Wow. What would you do if I said I was angry?' 'I would make fire rain from the heavens to smite your enemies with the flames of our shared rage.

Every tear from every eyeBecomes a babe in eternity.

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!