My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.

You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.

Some people think everyone should be the same as them:Look, dress, sound and act just like them.

Pragmatism is good prevention for problems.

An economically peaceful and prosperous Sri Lanka is the dream of youth of the nation. My message for the youth is to collectively work for an inclusively developed Sri Lanka.

I feel like I gave my son to this country in an illegal and immoral war. I'll never get him back.

Tell the truth. Sing with passion. Work with laughter. Love with heart.

Thank heavens when the first single Bye Bye came off this album work started to pick up, then I'm Alright has taken us across the world. Radio has been very good, it has chosen to be kind to us.

I'm incredibly neurotic and a control freak. I like the thought that if there's going to be anyone to blame it's going to be me.

Some French socialist said that private property was theft... I say that private property is a nuisance.

Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true. And if you really loved yourself, then you would try and be you.

There is in every human countenance either a history or a prophecy which must sadden, or at least soften every reflecting observer.