The earthquake of discomfort you feel moving inside of you when someone insults you is your own insecurity.

You cannot save everyone. Some people are going to destroy themselves no matter how much you try to help them.

An intelligent person is never afraid or ashamed to find errors in his understanding of things.

Every positive thought is a silent prayer which will change your life.

Your intelligence is a fire that can illuminate any darkness. Awaken and let your mind burn so brightly! You are alive for a reason!

You cannot save people from themselves. All you can do is stand firmly in your hopes for them, with compassion.

When the storm rips you to pieces, you get to decide how to put yourself back together again.

Some people are so addicted to their misery that they will destroy anything that gets in the way of their fix.

Your health is a long-range investment that will pay-off when you need it most.

If you are really humble you will put yourself first when you need to take care of you.

By choosing positivity you become a contender for the human spirit giving hope to those in need.

Aren't we all homeless without a home inside our mind?

I am tired of days that are all the same.

I do not see the point in dressing and acting and speaking in a way that makes you feel more comfortable and me feel less comfortable.

My mother thinks I could have even run a larger company.

I guess the drinking and the drugs are interesting to me because the way we use them and our society uses them, we kind of manufacture highs and lows.

I've been lucky and have played some interesting characters - I'd quite like to play Sweeny Todd.

What was wonderful about childhood is that anything in it was a wonder. It was not merely a world full of miracles; it was a miraculous world.

I've definitely written people e-mails telling them I've loved their stories, but that seems more like a professional journalist thing to do.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.