We are all in Christs energy. We are all in the divine plan. We are all on the sacred journey, if you want to put it into some very spiritual words. And I like to sing about it, so thats what I do.

One of the great moments of my life was when I could write musician on my passport.

Wretched excess is an unfortunate human trait that turns a perfectly good idea such as Christmas into a frenzy of last-minute shopping.

Sweet music, and your secret heart. Both have the healing grace.

Tattoo. What a loaded word it is, rife with associations to goons, goofs, bikers, tribal warriors, carnival artists, drunken sailors and floozies.

We receive all we venture to give. And one of the things I've learned over the years is that giving is everything, and taking is nothing.

You are the reason. If you want, you are the answer in the end.

It is just a wonderful, wonderful time to be alive and to be able to be part of the ever-growing spiritual awareness that is happening around the world.

Sweet songs of youth, the wise, the meeting of all wisdom To believe in the good in man.

This state of independence shall be!

We're physically part of the sun. The sun gives us energy, creates our world.

Truth waits to be found. It searches for no one.

When eagles are silent, parrots begin to chatter.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.

The people who are teaching religion and not teaching love are missing the message.

We are closer to God when we are asking questions than when we think we have the answers.

There are three things I have learned never to discuss with people...religion, politics and the Great Pumpkin!

Book five of Dork Diaries is one of my favorite books it brings my thoughts deep into the book and think if you haven't read it you should you will probably fell just as I fell.

Sitting in stillness has got to be the greatest asset I have in terms of attaining happiness.

Soon is not as good as now.

Someone who wants to attain enlightenment must be brave. He must rush into the crowd of enemies with a dagger. In the practice of Zen, enemies are our delusive thoughts and passions.