I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-

For what it's worth, it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of and if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over.

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.

And in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.

To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want

Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

You crave winning and fear losing instead of just doing. To succeed you must remove your self-imposed limitations.

A celebrity's body is an advertiser's canvas.

Treat your friends as you do your pictures and place them in their best light.

POSITIVISM- A philosophy that denies our knowledge of the Real and affirms our ignorance of the Apparent. Its longest exponent is Comte, its broadest Mill and its thickest Spencer.

The greedy search for money or success will almost always lead men into unhappiness. Why? Because that kind of life makes them depend upon things outside themselves.

I guess the line between being paranoid and being a rock star is smaller than one would expect.

Children when they ask you why your mama so funny say she is a poet she don't have no sense

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

If that condition of mind and soul, which we call inspiration, lasted long without intermission, no artist could survive it. The strings would break and the instrument be shattered into fragments.

The snow reminded me of the beauty and mystery of creation, of the essential joy that is life.