I think it's very important that whatever you're trying to make or sell or teach has to be basically good. A bad product and you know what? You won't be here in ten years.

Without an open-minded mind, you can never be a great success.

Seek out people to work with who are brimming with talent, energy, integrity, optimism, and generosity.

Life is too complicated not to be orderly.

There is no single recipe for success. But there is one essential ingredient: Passion

Never make a big decision without sleeping on it.

I have a microphone on one ankle and an ankle bracelet on the other, so I'm well balanced today.

If you learn something new every day, you can teach something new every day

You should never accept what can be offered to you if you feel it can be improved.

I try to seek out and surround myself with people who just percolate fresh, original, and creative ideas.

So the pie isn't perfect? Cut it into wedges. Stay in control, and never panic.

I am, " I saidTo no one thereAn no one heard at allNot even the chair"I am, " I cried"I am, " said IAnd I am lost, and I can't even say whyLeavin' me lonely still

Happiness is there when perceptions and expectations are in joyful harmony.

All our acts have sacramental possibilities.

Kings had always been involving and impoverishing their people in wars, pretending generally, if not always, that the good of the people was the object

I think it's hard to be taken seriously as a poet, period.

I've done a bit of live action before but the fight sequences, the wire work and the physical regime were taken to another level [ in Doctor Strange].

The two Christians met on the way many people who were going to their towns, women and men, with a firebrand in the hand, herbs to drink the smoke thereof, as they are accustomed.

Even Rod Woodson will tell you his best year he had as a professional was when he was 36 years old. If you think about why, you're much wiser.

I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.

The wind, Tempestuous clarion, with heavy cry, Came bluntly thundering, more terrible Than the revenge of music on bassoons.