Happy is the Heart that still feels Pain

Maybe I think you're cute and funny. Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean.

I love you more than I could ever promise because you take me the way I am.

If you wait for someone else's hand, you will surely fall down.

When I said I was born a feminist, I was born thinking woman are equal to men, if not stronger than men. That's the way I always was.

I've never been one to get up on a soapbox and preach. I just live my life the way I live my life.

Music to me is something that I didn't choose; it was a necessity. I grew up with music, my father is a musician. It makes me happy; it makes people happy.

It should be like a driver's license - no one can have an Instagram until they're 18. It's the wild, wild west, the internet.

For as long as we can trace back human life, there's always been some sort of music - ceremonies, rituals. It's part of the human makeup.

I think just letting go is a really good thing to do in many areas of your life, songwriting included.

All the broken hearts in the world still beat

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.

Whoever is spared personal pain must feel himself called to help in diminishing the pain of others. We must all carry our share of the misery which lies upon the world.

Loneliness and desperation are only possible when we have lost touch with our beauty within.

You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!

All things else being equal, our prayers are only as powerful as our lives. In the long pull we only pray as well as we live.

Life is teleology par excellence; it is the intrinsic striving towards a goal, and the living organism is a system of directed aims which seek to fulfill themselves.

I deal with the obvious. I present, reiterate, and glorify the obvious - because the obvious is what people need to be told.

Teachers are everything. I mean, you're a poor kid from the ghetto, your parents are busy working 24/7, working like a Mexican.

He whose pure mind turns inward and searches whence does this 'I' arise, knows the Self and merges in You, the Lord, as a river into the sea.

Love is an unconditional commitment to an imperfect person.