People will ask you the question 'how is life treating you?' But my question is 'how are you treating life?' On that your happiness rests

Finding oneself and one's path is like waking up on a foggy day. Be patient, and presently the fog will clear and that which has always been there can be seen. The path is already there to follow

Wisdom is merely the movement from fighting life to embracing it.

Odd how we focus on studying wars at at school to form our 'education'. No wonder we know so little about making and forging peace as adults.

In life, one has a choice to take one of two paths: to wait for some special day-or to celebrate each special day.

Take a walk outside - it will serve you far more than pacing around in your mind.

It's not the world that needs to change - it's our consciousness we must raise

Know your magic, trust your magic, use your magic and know that you are a manifestation of life's magic.

Some strive to make themselves great. Others help others see and find their own greatness. It's the latter who really enrich the world we live in

It's not the depth of your intellect that will comfort you or transform your world. Only the richness of your heart and your generosity of spirit can do that

The best way to get something good out of what you're doing is to put something good into it.

Our civil rights have no dependence on our religious opinions any more than our opinions in physics or geometry...

But there was nothing in the darkness. Only rain, and fire and the past.

My method of helping someone is saying, 'Wow, you look amazing. Let me help you look even better.' I think tearing someone down is an awful thing to do. It has a lasting impression on people.

I'm a weird big guy. Doing rapping, doing movies. Do a lot of stuff. But always do things the right way.

Philosophy as well as foppery often changes fashion.

Democracy was the right of the people to choose their own tyrant.

I miss you already I don’t need to leave. I can stay. . . . Mmmm.

If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.

All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will

Vice is man's nature: virtue is a habit--or a mask.