When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.

Tell her thisAnd more, —That the king of the seasWeeps too, old, helpless man.The bustling fatesHeap his hands with corpsesUntil he stands like a childWith surplus of toys.

When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-topHe cried: "Woe to my knowledge!I intended to see good white landsAnd bad black lands—But the scene is grey.

Sensible brands lend themselves to all of the senses.

We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be.

We dwell in shadow or in sunlight . . . according to our belief.

If we feel that our ministry has come to an end in one place, then it seems reasonable to move on.

My juicer is not meant to squeeze lemons; it is meant to start conversations.

I have no right to beauty. I had been condemned to masculine ugliness.

You began your journey here as a pup. Now you must find your way back. A new quest, a new start.

Songwriting's never been a natural art for me; it's always been a bit of a struggle.

I made a pact with my three-year-old thumb-sucking daughter that if she stopped sucking her thumb, I would stop sucking my pipe.