Let nothing disturb you nothing frighten you all things are passing God never changes.

Let nothing Disturb you, Let nothing frighten you, Though all things pass, God does not change. Patience wins all things. But he lacks nothing who possesses God; For God alone suffices.

Trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

We always find that those who walked closest to Christ were those who had to bear the greatest trials.

Christ has no body now but mine. He prays in me, works in me, looks through my eyes, speaks through my words, works through my hands, walks with my feet and loves with my heart.

It is not a matter of thinking a great deal but of loving a great deal, so do whatever arouses you most to love.

Remember that you have only one soul; that you have only one death to die; that you have only one life. . . . If you do this, there will be many things about which you care nothing.

When we accept what happens to us and make the best of it, we are praising God.

Desire to see God, be fearful of losing Him, and find joy in everything that can lead to Him. If you act in this way, you will always live in great peace.

We may speak of love and humility as the true flowers of spiritual growth; and they give off a wonderful scent, which benefits all those who come near.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

Everybody deserves love, but nobody is entitled to it.

In every guilty man, there is an element of innocence. This is what makes any absolute condemnation revolting. We do not think enough about pain" Albert Camus

Cherish your own emotions and never under-value them. We are not here to do what has already been done.

As a musician, you write and make music as you go. It's definitely in a great sequence. When you release songs, you think, "Let me make sure this goes with this so it's like a story."

Sampling out corruption is a very tough job, but I say so in all seriousness that we would be failing in our duty if we do not tackle this problem seriously and with determination.

Perhaps if we say it straight, we suspect, if we express our sentiments too excessively or too directly, we'll find we're nothing but banal.

San Francisco is poetry. Even the hills rhyme.

Whoever invented smooth jazz, man, I wanna kill 'em: You're turning an art form into a hooker.

I voted to repeal the government takeover of health care that raises costs, increases taxes, spends trillions of dollars that we don't have, cuts Medicare by $500 billion, and destroys jobs.

What friends or kindred can be so close and intimate as the powers of our soul, which, whether we will or no, must ever bear us company?