I think in life, you have a choice. You can either be optimistic or pessimistic, and I go for the optimism.

One of the great moments of my life was when I could write musician on my passport.

Wretched excess is an unfortunate human trait that turns a perfectly good idea such as Christmas into a frenzy of last-minute shopping.

Sweet music, and your secret heart. Both have the healing grace.

Tattoo. What a loaded word it is, rife with associations to goons, goofs, bikers, tribal warriors, carnival artists, drunken sailors and floozies.

We receive all we venture to give. And one of the things I've learned over the years is that giving is everything, and taking is nothing.

You are the reason. If you want, you are the answer in the end.

We are all in Christs energy. We are all in the divine plan. We are all on the sacred journey, if you want to put it into some very spiritual words. And I like to sing about it, so thats what I do.

It is just a wonderful, wonderful time to be alive and to be able to be part of the ever-growing spiritual awareness that is happening around the world.

Sweet songs of youth, the wise, the meeting of all wisdom To believe in the good in man.

This state of independence shall be!

She knew he was gone when his " call me when you reach home " reduced to " bye " and his unsaid goodnight with kisses turned to " gn tc sd ". ~

To only responsible choice I can make is to be love and happiness." Vincellent"Love the world as you love yourself".Lao Tze"The next step in mans evolution will be the survival of the wisest.

It is obviously possible that what we call waking life may only be an unusual and persistent nightmare.

Grief is an expression that you loved well.

Music is never stationary; successive forms and styles are only like so many resting-places - like tents pitched and taken down again on the road to the Ideal.

I couldn't be more chuffed if I were a badger at the start of the mating season!

Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.

We're all idealistic when young.

O Christian! do not falter, The harvest field is white, And many souls are sinking Into eternal night.