I think the most important thing I learned from my dad is the importance of telling the truth...treat other people well, work hard at the job and tell the truth.

I think the biggest lesson I learned from my Dad was the importance of telling the truth.

If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.

Here we raise his children for him, cook for him, bring up his crops, butcher his hogs - even fight his wars for him - and he still won't acknowledge our existence.

For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted.

Joy doesn't exist in the world, it exists in us.

Civility is not a tactic or a sentiment. It is the determined choice of trust over cynicism, of community over chaos.

Their reward for enduring the awful experience was the right to tell people about it.

I was happy over little things: mango sorbet, and running, and the way my feet felt touching the ground when I ran.

I know the books that I need to help me to be wiser than my years and be kinder and more compassionate and more patient than I really am.

I've never sung a single song in my whole life on purpose to shock anyone. My 'hot numbers' are all, if you will notice, written about something that is real in the lives of millions of people.

Someone once said to me, 'Are you telling me that chair isn't real, that it's only thought?' I said 'Of course the chair is real. But it comes to you via Thought