There's a certain lack of gimmickry to what I do that makes people in England go: 'Where's the thing?

Someday, everything will make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, be strong and keep reminding your self that everything happens for a reason.

A man's got two shots for jewelry: a wedding ring and a watch. The watch is a lot easier to get on and off than a wedding ring.

High School is like a spork: it's a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it's just plain useless.

People want to see musicians sing things that come from their own mind and own heart in real time, responding to the moment for them.

Sometimes I wish that I was the weather, you'd bring me up in conversation forever. And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day.

Sometimes I wish that I was a bong hit, you'd let me in and you would love every minute.

Don't be scared to walk alone. Don't be scared to like it.

If you had started doing anything two weeks ago, by today you would have been two weeks better at it.

The biggest mistake I made and what cost me a lot of enjoyment in my life, was assuming that everybody cared. They don’t.

The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry, and smile and say, "No I'm happy for you"? Thats when it's really sad.

If you don't know where you are going, you might wind up someplace else.

For you see this scripture fulfilled this day and therefore I desire you as you tender the Lord and the church and commonwealth to consider and look what you do.

Maybe that was the secret of happiness--not expecting any one thing to last forever.

Don't let anybody infiltrate your dream

You can't make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it.

Hypotheses non fingo. I frame no hypotheses.

Governments ... should not force and govern belief, which is a matter for the heart and conscience not for temporal authorities.

So soon as this want or power [of love] is dead, man becomes the living sepulchre of himself, and what yet survives is the mere husk of what once he was.

unless a religion springs from within the people themselves, it is a weapon of the system.

Antiquity is full of the praises of another antiquity still more remote.