I'm glad to be here [in Israel] again.

We are made up of two contrasting ideals: Love And Fear. Pick One and Live.

Life sucks, but in a beautiful kind of way.

I'm not God but if I were God, ¾ of you would be girls, and the rest would be pizza and beer.

Fear is where there is no love. Love is where there is no fear.

We take it for granted we know the whole story - We judge a book by its cover and read what we want between selected lines.

Be bitter, stay angry, and blame everyone!

I'm late to everything. I've always wanted to have it written in my will that when I die, the coffin shows up a half hour late and says on the side, like in gold, 'Sorry I'm Late'.

November Rain is a song about not wanting to be in a state of having to deal with unrequited love.

If love is blind I guess I'll buy myself a cane

When I was a kid, I was told rock n' roll wasn't music. It wasn't art. Queen was my proof, my evidence, that these people were wrong - and they meant everything to me.

Fine. You stay here. I shall return when I’ve found food. But when you all faint from hunger later don’t think you can just feed on me.

Think about those who deserve your time and emotions. Because, valuable things should never be wasted and should be delivered with care to those who deserve it.

If something bad happened just do this 3 things.First inhale second exhale and third accept that it happened.

I'm not scared at all... Of the cracks in the crystal ball.

Education is not sermonizing to children against their instincts and pleasures, but providing a natural continuity between what they feel and what they can and should be.

You weren't going to the theatre to change the world, but you had a chance to affect the world, the thinking and the feelings of the world.

I didn't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it.

Curiosity, earnest research to learn the hidden laws of nature, gladness akin to rapture, as they unfolded to me, are among the earliest sensations I can remember.

Reasoning with a drunkard is like Going under water with a torch to seek for a drowning man.

What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights, Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours More tedious than the dial eightscore times! O weary reckoning!