Even amidst tragedy there is laughter, sometimes farce. The degree of farce depends on who is running the tragedy.

In a desperate attempt to stay young forever we have achieved eternal childishness, rather than eternal youth.

Unfortunately the ‘warrior’ archetype accidentally dropped the soap in the shower and he has been getting boned senseless by the ‘soldier/lobbyist archetype’ ever since.

Behind every preventable threat to the future of the human race lurks a boy in a man's body with both hands buried deep in the cookie jar set aside for future generations.

Who can fail to mist at Fergie's anthem, 'My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps.' Hmmm. 'My lunch, my lunch, I swear it's coming up.

Soon would come the night in which there was no more work – not the work of the hands, nor the work of the mind, nor the work of the heart.

Do try The House by fresh new author, Susannah Mansfield, it's funny, sad and very different, you'll love the characters and the stories.

To live in a city, one must be larger than one's environment or enjoy belonging to the crowd.

There are certain recordings where my voice sounds good to me. Singing live I really enjoy, but I don't know how good it sounds.

The final result of all life is your awareness. Your awareness is existence.

God will bless us if we walk in humility.

Anybody doing something brings something to it.

Being kind is the simplest way to become who we really are.

The formal education that I received made little sense to me.