Educate yourself. Learn everything you can and then let knowledge yield to kindness.

You cannot save everyone. Some people are going to destroy themselves no matter how much you try to help them.

An intelligent person is never afraid or ashamed to find errors in his understanding of things.

Every positive thought is a silent prayer which will change your life.

Your intelligence is a fire that can illuminate any darkness. Awaken and let your mind burn so brightly! You are alive for a reason!

You cannot save people from themselves. All you can do is stand firmly in your hopes for them, with compassion.

When the storm rips you to pieces, you get to decide how to put yourself back together again.

Some people are so addicted to their misery that they will destroy anything that gets in the way of their fix.

Your health is a long-range investment that will pay-off when you need it most.

If you are really humble you will put yourself first when you need to take care of you.

By choosing positivity you become a contender for the human spirit giving hope to those in need.

WE ALMOST NEVER think of the present, and when we do, it is only to see what light it throws on our plans for the future.

I don't listen to my own music at home.

We live in a culture where it has been rubbed into us in every conceivable way that to die is a terrible thing. And that is a tremendous disease from which our culture in particular suffers.

I like to keep my girlish figure

I been in the game for 10 years making rap tunes... Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoons.

I think it was Cosby who also said to me, 'If only 2 percent of the world thinks you're funny, you'll still fill stadiums for the rest of your life.'

II know very, very little about the ukulele, but I actually grew up playing the viola from 4th grade through high school.

Bagel in the morning is the ultimate breakfast for me; they're just good.

Politics is of the heart as well as of the mind. Many people don't care how much you know until they know how much you care.

The sins of the Midwest: flatness, emptiness, a necessary acceptance of the familiar. Where is the romance in being buried alive? In growing old?