The fish does not know it is wet. America is immersed in violence. The violence is in our souls. The enemy is within.

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.

Being brave means that knowing when you fail, you won't fail forever.

True education gives you power. Education and experience make you wise.

You must now go home, where everything -- you can be quite sure -- will be falser than here....You must go now. You'll leave by the right, through the alley....

He supposes in this way he's learned to pray not as one might to the gods but as one does by simply pausing every now and then to think of others.

I will look at the past, but I will not stare at it.

A VIP area is nothing without not-so-important people.

You can't treat your voice badly and expect it to stay around.

I had spent time in New York, where I loved the idea that theater could be done up in tiny little rooms rather than for lots of money on a big stage, and be tied to ordinary life.

The real sin against life is to abuse and destroy beauty, even one's own.

I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky, Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?