If you want to live a life free of regret, there is an option open to you. It's called a lobotomy.

The miracle of your mind isn't that you can see the world as it is. It's that you can see the world as it isn't.

The point isn’t to live without any regrets. The point is to not hate ourselves for having them.

We're terrified of not having the answers, and we would sometimes rather assert an incorrect answer than make our peace with the fact that we really don't know.

without being sure of something, we can not begin to think about everything elses

Our love of being right is best understood as our fear of being wrong

Wow. I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong.

If it is sweet to be right, then - let's not deny it - it is downright savory to point out that someone else is wrong.

Take away the ability of an intelligent, principled, hard-working mind to get it wrong, and you take away the whole thing.

Regret doesn't remind us that we did badly, it reminds us that we know that we could do better.

both doubt and certainty are as contagious as the common cold

It is better to be helpful than harmful.

We all came from the same source and it's energy in form of light shining in every consciousness.

Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn't mean you're any wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.

Patience is the art of concealing your impatience.

Talking about pumpkins doesn't make them grow.

The consolidation of the music business has made it difficult to encourage styles like the blues, all of which deserve to be celebrated as part of our most treasured national resources.

If we can move together as a species, I think that there is a possibility that we can make the world a better place.

If Jesus heals instantly, praise Him. If Jesus heals gradually, trust Him. When Jesus heals ultimately, you will understand.

Sometimes for me not throwing a tantrum is what running a marathon or swimming the English Channel must be like for others of a less-challenging emotional nature.

Beethoven's last quartets were written by a deaf man and should only be listened to by a deaf man.