Live Everyday with No Regrets, So you don't Regret it One day.

A fallen blossomreturning to the bough, I thought --But no, a butterfly.

Mad as a March hare.

I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebody else's. But behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth.

Were there no uniforms, there would probably be no armies.

One learns to itch where one can scratch.

If you look at the last decade of global temperature, it's not increasing.

Feeling sad about anything is holding onto it. Say, 'This is something I have to let go of,' and immediately you will feel better.

Nothing has changed the nature of man so much as the loss of silence.

Sometimes you have to bend with the breeze or you break.

The recognition of confusion is itself a form of clarity.