The more sincere the soul, the heavier the cross endured.

First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

Rainbows introduce us to reflections of different beautiful possibilities so we never forget that pain and grief are not the final options in life.

If life is a birthday cake let my face be smeared with its icing of cognac and kindness.

Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.

In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends.

Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.

Shine your soul with the same egoless humility as the rainbow and no matter where you go in this world or the next, love will find you, attend you, and bless you.

The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

Once again Love, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet and inescapable, crawling thing, seizes me.

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

Every State is a dictatorship.

I honor and protect my sensitivity.

I'd like to think I did well. I'd like to think that, if I had a must-win game, the guys I played with would want me to have the ball. But no, I don't think I deserve to be in the Hall of Fame.

We all deserve to live in a world where our rights aren't violated at the whim of our leaders. It doesn't matter if our leaders are kings and queens, or the people who claim to save us from them.

Not all comedy clubs or situations are ideal, especially when you're first coming up and I think that's good for you. Eventually you get to express your real personality.

Every time a war ends, under a beautiful sun, in the face of a crying child; I see a rainbow of hope over the innocent teardrops.

The present hardly exists, after all-it becomes the past even as it happens. A tricky medium, time - and central to the concerns of fiction.