I'm a pretty happy dude, and don't let much get to me. If something does, I don't like to hold onto it.

Happiness isn't about getting what you want all the time; it's about loving what you have.

I really care about where things are going. I care about what people are feeling and I like to ask the question why.

I been blessed with an opportunity, I'm extremely appreciative of it, but if I'm not enjoying it then I messed up, real bad.

I don't really step out the house trying to make a fashion statement. I step out the house making sure I'm comfortable.

I think that's the most important thing-two things really, have fun and be yourself.

Forget college, forget everything else, just educate yourself, your world around you, everything around you.

It seems so odd to me, an odyssey How honesty is honestly the rarest thing upon us Its astonishing.

People love to make excuses, forget all the excuses, if it doesn't work out, failure is the best thing that can happen to somebody, people are extremely scared of failure.

I don't know how many times we have to be reminded that life is extremely short.

Be honest, be brutally honest, and if you want something go out there and get it.

Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through itThe driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it

Success, just like poverty, is a state of mind.

My children are magical creatures and I love them to death.

All marriages are happy. It's the living together afterward that causes all the trouble.

Object-oriented programming is an exceptionally bad idea which could only have originated in California.

Evolution writ large is the belief that a cloud of hydrogen will spontaneously invent extreme-ultraviolet lithography, perform Swan Lake, and write all the books in the British Museum.

I tell young people that the greatest paintings in museums are made with minerals mixed in oil smeared on cloth with the hair from the back of a pig's ear. It's that simple.

Between God and love, I recognize no mediator but my conscience.

I drank a second mouthful in which I find nothing more than in the first, then a third which gives me rather less than the second. It is time to stop; the potion is losing its magic.

Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.