Live each day like your last...one day you'll be right.

If you're crying under fire, then you wasn't built for war. If a pimp took your girl, then your girl was never yours.

How often when we are comfortable, we begin to long for something new!

Mirror, mirror, here I stand. Who is the fairest in the land?

Love is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.

Food for thought, eat my words with your mind: Emcees are grapes, and grapes are crushed to wine.

He who helped you when you were in trouble ought not afterwards be despised by you

I'm Death, and I make sure that everyone is equal.

The true poet, is like a man who's happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he's allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set.

Get burnt like a candle, very hard to handle, Do miracles in Nikes like Jesus did in sandals.

There's no greater feeling than moving a man from Point A to Point B, against his will.

Since time comes in seconds, in minutes and in hours, we must learn to convert time, else, it will slip away and can never be regained.

Funny how in a material world full of pundits and economists obsessed with assets and liabilities -personally, economically and globally - few speak about the greatest of all these…YOU.

Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams

Did God make man in a breath of holy fire, or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire?

Of course it should be pointed out that, though all salvation is through Jesus, we need not conclude that he cannot save those who have not explicitly accepted him in this life.

What you do is take the power [popularity] gives you - which is very temporary and minor but significant - and use it. The danger is that you use it on a vanity project that no one wants to watch.

No one can drive us crazy unless we give them the keys.

Being in the depths of sadness is just as important an experience as being exuberantly happy.

If we knew about the real facts and statistics of mortality, we’d be terrified.

Heretics are the only bitter remedy against the entropy of human thought.