There are no completely good or bad people. Everybody makes mistakes, or bad choices. It's how we live with them that make us the people we are.

But I think sometimes a person has to be forced underwater to see if they're going to drown or swim.

A secret society exists, and is living among all of us. They are neither people nor animals, but something in-between.

You have to get through the rain if you're ever going to see a rainbow.

The answers we seek aren't always the answers we want, are they? But knowing the truth is what helps us sleep at night.

They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.

The highway of life was littered with the roadkill of those who didn't know when to change lanes.

To give up too easily leads to regret, yet trying and then failing can lead us to second chances if we do not accept it as a failure, but a chance to learn.

A life without rain is like the sun without shade.

Miles and years become suddenly invisible when you find yourself back where you started from, as if you've learned nothing and you are once again the person you once were.

The word that came to me now was "defiant." Because a person had to be defiant to be able to stand amid the wreckage of her life and instead of shaking a fist, pick up a hammer.

He printed business cards celebrating his shift. They read, 'Ars gratia pecuniae.' Translated, it meant, 'Art for money's sake.

The good we secure for ourselves is precarious and uncertain until it is secured for all of us and incorporated into our common life.

I believe in forgiveness.

If you fake the funk, your nose will grow.

I'm telling you there's an enemy that would like to attack America, Americans, again. There just is. That's the reality of the world. And I wish him all the very best.

You've got first-generation Americans here who are going to be poorer than their parents. That's never happened in the States before, and it's going to have massive social repercussions here.

Even the photographs of Henri Cartier-Bresson, with all due respect to him, are notoriously burned and dodged.

One of the proofs of the immortality of the soul is that myriads have believed it. They also believed the world was flat.

We are standing on the threshold of a world-epoch of religious creativeness, on a cosmic divide.

The more princes abstain from touching the wealth of their people, the greater will be their resources in the wants of the state.