I try to remind myself that nothing is permanent.

Don't take life so seriously. Have fun. Enjoy your time on this planet. Try new things, go on adventures, and appreciate every little thing because it may not be as little as you might think.

Love is being constantly supportive.

Love is realizing that they are going to make mistakes but knowing you can't hold it against them.

Love is being understanding and compassionate.

Love is being accepting of all of their flaws.

I grew up on that stage. I learned almost everything I know there.

Things will go wrong or end up differently than you had imagined, and that's OK.

I have a little journal that I always keep with me, and when I need to, I'll write poems and things. It really helps to clear my head.

Don't take life so seriously. Have fun. Enjoy your time on this planet.

There's music for when you're sad or happy or in love; there's music for every moment in life.

I think of you only twice a day - when I am alone and when I am with someone else.

We learned in World War II that no single nation holds a monopoly on wisdom, morality or right to power, but that we must fight for the weak and promote democracy.

You must learn to understand the secret of gratitude. It is more than just so-called virtue. It is revealed to you as a mysterious law of existence. In obedience to it we have to fulfill our destiny.

Electric guitars are an abomination, whoever heard of an electric violin? An electric cello? Or for that matter an electric singer?

...in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily

Surfing - I have to go surfing.

Arrogance follows distribution strength.

Nature is pleased with simplicity. And nature is no dummy.

For the record, I am not an admitted homosexual, nor am I a homosexual, though I do know the lyrics to every show tune ever written, which might perhaps account for the confusion.

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.