As you're rushing through life, take time to stop a moment, look into people's eyes, say something kind, and try to make them laugh!

We cannot protect ourselves from trouble, but we can dance through the puddles of life with a rainbow smile, twirling the only umbrella we need -- the umbrella of God's love.

Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved.

The attitude of kindness is everyday stuff like a great pair of sneakers. Not frilly. Not fancy. Just plain and comfortable.

If you can forgive the person you were, accept the person you are, and believe in the person you will become, you are headed for joy. So celebrate your life.

Attitude is the mind's paintbrush; it can color any situation.

Always remember that better days are ahead - if not in this life, in the next.

Patience is the ability to idle your motor when you feel like stripping your gears.

Faith is seeing light with your heart when all your eyes see is darkness.

Prayer is asking for rain and faith is carrying the umbrella.

A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.

Punk rock should mean freedom, liking and excepting anything that you like. Playing whatever you want. As sloppy as you want. As long as it's good and it has passion.

One win is not enough to rest on our oars especially where there is room and opportunity for other wins and successes.

Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

That is the wearisome part of business - there is no peace, no sense of certain, permanent achievement, no stability. The unexpected, and usually the awful, is forever happening.

You just never know if people out there will relate to things when you write them; it matters to you, and to some people it doesn't. Some people are 'I'm not in the mood for that; thanks.'

I loathe my own face, and I've done self-portraits because I've had nobody else to do.

I was also sitting in from the middle of senior year of high school at Sweet Basil, it was a great club in New York.

Traveling is the only passion that doesn't need to feel shy in front of intellect.

That's what reading was for my mother, and became for me - a way to escape, a private time machine, a place that began with moral instruction but soon morphed into empathy and imagination.