Clap, clap, let em fall slow. I know you had your fears, you can let em all go

I was born to make mistakes, not to fake perfection

Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn.

No matter how dirty your past is, your future is still spotless.

Live without pretending, love without depending, listen without defending, speak without offending.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in life, not to change things but just to feel things twice

Guess you lose some & win some, long as the outcome is income.

Sometimes it's the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination.

Crazy how you gotta wait until it's dark out to see who really with you.

Over time you realize that some people just aren't worth it anymore.

Never say that you regret something, because at one point in your life, you wanted it.

Clearly, America has no shortage of metaphorical opportunities for the poor.

In order to live in the reality of your God's given destiny, you must consistently guard your mind against all self-defeating thoughts and beliefs.

Please take a long, hard look at your textbook, cause I'm history

The strange anthropological lesson of social media is that human beings, if given a choice, often prefer to socialize alone.

If you really do want to be an actor who can satisfy himself and his audience, you need to be vulnerable.

All I can say is that laughter is my music; I would deeply suspect an argument which hadn't laughter.

Philosophy! the lumber of the schools.

I was happy to kind of always scoot under the radar.

It's important that I get time to run, to just go for a jog for about 30 minutes. It helps with my voice, but it also kind of gives me a little bit of time to myself - and you get to see a city.

The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the poem already here, at its inception, in the encounter, in the mystery of encounter?