Any religious, philosophical or political idea that doesn't lead one towards love ought to be forsaken

You make beautiful things, You make beautiful things out of the dust

Burnout is what happens when you try to avoid being human for too long.

The noise around us determines how we speak. And how we listen. Just as a conversation suffers in a war zone, art suffers in a culture built on noise. So does our enjoyment of it.

Faith comes from listening to the right stories.

Money is not the root of all kinds of evil. The love of money is. It’s also the root of a lot of bad art.

Spend your energy on things you believe in, and do them honestly and to the best of your ability.

Art is the body's pronunciation of the soul.

Art, along with all work is the ordering of creation toward the intention of the creator.

Pain is as common as skin, we all experience it. It unites us all. Fortunately, that's not the whole story.

I think I'm just trying to be myself and write songs that are honest. That's what I hear in artist's that I like.

If love goes too far, it turns into cruelty.

I stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much.

I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of a cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.

No metaphysician has yet shaken the ordinary individual's belief in his own existence. The uncertainties only begin for most of us when we ask what else is.

We need to support our future instead of undermining human survival. Let's do it.

And when we would make much of that which cannot matter much to thee, forgive us -a frequent part of the prayer that opened sermons.

For, after all, in science one achieves the greatest impact (and often the greatest headlines) not by going along with the herd, but by bucking against it.

Life is hard . . . but we cling to it all the same

There is no failure for the man who realizes his power, who never knows when he is beaten; there is no failure for the determined endeavor; the unconquerable will.

Your thoughts are a veil on the face of the Moon. That Moon is your heart, and those thoughts cover your heart. So let them go, just let them fall into the water.