I have learned that frustration is allowed and talking it through is necessary.

Barefoot travel allows you to get the true feel of a place.

I believe in myself. I believe in my vision, my life, my talent, my art. More than anyone. No one can take that away from me.

Make what you most need to find

If you're not yourself, who will be?

Honor your humanness and all of your feelings - the messy ones, the growing pains, the ache - because we can't have the dark without the light.

I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got.

Telling the truth is like exposing the underside of our wings. We only see that part when we fly.

I feel quite lost INSIDE myself, like I'm looking for my train tracks for my life, as if they would just appear and solve the growing questions I seem to face (my reflection in the morning).

I have learned that trying again is important and decisivness is good. I have learned that silence hurts. I have learned about starting over and releasing pride.

I have learned that I am enough... I have learned that no one else can LOVE ME - FOR ME.

Grace is the fullness of God.

I'm an actor. I'm not a performer. I'm not like a song and dance guy who can take a cane and a hat and do it. I would just you know. That's why I never did commercials.

Work could cure almost anything

Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression. It is so spontaneous. And after singing, I think the violin. Since I cannot sing, I paint.

International football is one clog further up the football ladder

As much as I care about historical context - I'm very eager to read a really great historical account.

One should always think of what one is about; when one is learning, one should not think of play; and when one is at play, one should not think of learning.

I saw how greatly he suffered the requirement of being clever. It separated him from his soul, and it didn't get him anything other than a living

It was then I knew I'd had enough, Burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth And my suitcase in my hand

Poetry is like fish: if it's fresh, it's good; if it's stale, it's bad; and if you're not certain, try it on the cat.