Hope is a rainbow of thought.

Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.

I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.

Sometimes thatwhich we fearstrengthens ourspirit and givesus a splashof hope.

Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.

Hope is a gift. Use it wisely.

We fear what we most desire.

May your dreams be larger than mountains and may you have the courage to scale their summits.

May your dreams be gifts from the gods and may you open them with excitement and pleasure.

Nothing stays the same and nothing changes. What is old today will be new tomorrow. What is new today will be forgotten tomorrow.

One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art.

I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was — some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.

Change is possible. You must want it enough for the change to take place.

Middle age occurs when you are too young to take up golf and too old to rush up to the net.

Still, the music was always there, and the lyrical capability was always threatening to show its head.

How happy is he born and taught; that serves not another's will, whose armor is his honest thought and truth, his utmost skill.

As George Costanza would say, when they're applauding, stop.

I failed so therefore I succeed.

The moment an emotion or fact is transformed into a photograph it is no longer a fact but an opinion.

I am writing these poems from inside a lion.

I just want to say that, all you do, no matter how bad your diet is, for the first six months or year, I just reduce the amount, even if it's horrible stuff. That you can deal with it.