Speak the truth do not become angered and give when asked, even be it a little. By these three conditions one goes to the presence of the gods.

Happiness comes when your work and words are of benefit to others.

Peace comes from within.  Do not seek it without.

Better than a thousand hollow words is one word that brings peace.

If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading

Tune as the sitthar, neither high nor low, and we will dance away the hearts of men.

Know well what leads you forward and what holds you back, and choose the path that leads to wisdom.

Your mind is a powerful thing. When you filter it with positive thoughts, your life will start to change.

Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle. Happiness never decreases by being shared.

The way to happiness is: keep your heart free from hate, your mind from worry. Live simply, give much. Fill your life with love. Do as you would be done by.

Since everything is a reflection of our minds, everything can be changed by our minds.

Living in harmony with one another brings inner tranquility

It is only when we go outside that comfort zone, and subject ourselves to the discomfort of considering thoughts we don’t agree with, that we can make an informed judgment on any matter.

Zach had once heard the president described as "the most dangerous narcissist alive, because the world really does revolve around him.

You stay in the war because it would be shameful to stay out of it. An then grief seizes you and hold its grip till anger has turned you into a soldier.

Because I survived, I must do everything possible to help others.

I was into Ted Nugent, I was a Nugent guy. I was a skateboarder listening to Ted Nugent.

What our country deserves from everyone who enjoys its fruits and freedoms is a little more gratitude - and a lot less greed.

Studios are passe for me. I'd rather play in a garage, in a truck, or a rehearsal hall, a club, or a basement.

Boredom rests upon the nothingness that winds its way through existence; its giddiness, like that which comes from gazing down into an infinite abyss, is infinite.

A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road.