I wish I could do an entire spa day.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask It's hard to see the pain behind the mask Bearing the burden of a secret storm Sometimes she wishes she was never born

In my daughter's eyes, I am a hero, I am strong and wise, and I know no fear, but the truth is plain to see, she was sent to rescue me, I see who I want to be, in my daughter's eyes.

Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world.

I grew up in the country surrounded by music.

I am happy that women can relate to my songs, and hopefully men can too.

Baby, I've tried to find a place inside your heart. Oh, but it's hard to start a fire without a spark.

I think we should all be tolerant of each other and embrace each others' strengths and differences and uniqueness and beauty.

Every show, every audience is different, and I just love leaving the venue feeling like we all know each other a little bit better.

I believe everything in moderation. But breakfast is important. I have two hard-boiled or scrambled eggs with whole-wheat toast and try to get some fruit in there.

I listen to music I'm looking to record or catch up on news and TV, whatever is on the TV at the gym!

Every morning I look in the mirror and remind myself: "No one owes you sh*t!" In this way, I am never disappointed. Never placing blame.

There are songs that make you cry, right?""Sure, " I say."When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

When you give success to stupid people, it makes them more stupid sometimes and not more intelligent.

In Science we have been reading only the notes to a poem; in Christianity we find the poem itself.

The dandy should aspire to be uninterruptedly sublime. He should live and sleep in front of a mirror.

Without grace no book can live, and with it the poorest may have its life prolonged.

There's an enormous amount of corruption, and as one American adviser put it to me, "The police in Afghanistan are thugs. We equip them, we train them, and now they are equipped and trained thugs."

Consciousness itself is an infinite regress. This explains coincidences.

Beauty’s all around me right here. It’s not in a textbook. It’s not in an equation. I mean, take the sunlight … The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors.

Dwelling in failure won't change anything nor will it create a good outcome.