Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

It is not enough to be happy, one must be content.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

To love beauty is to see light.

An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.

The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.

Go out in the world and work like money doesn't matter, sing as if no one is listening, love as if you have never been hurt, and dance as if no one is watching.

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

Every cataclysm is welcomed by somebody

You can’t argue with religious people

She is a woman, how can you confuse her for a man?

I was a wildflower that would continue to grow in the most unexpected weather.

O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young.

Truth will rise above falsehood as oil above water.

I've got twins and a lovely wife and a great life and I don't want to miss that. So if I'm going to miss that it's got to be for something really good.

Meditation goes in. Prayer goes out. But they both aim for the same place of union between you and the devine.

Innovation no longer remains a choice but has become an imperative.

Happy the man who never puts on a face, but receives every visitor with that countenance he has on.