You’ll never progress if you never try

In my world, even sure bets are not certain; 'Cause you'll get the picture, then find out it's the cropped version.

I loved love til' it resented me, and if it's still a stranger then I love who it pretends to be.

I never cared, I was careless, Fear bein afraid or maybe I'm afraid to be fearless. Or fear bein' fearless but fearful, So even in my carelessness...gotta be careful.

Whatever you goin' through, could always be much worse, Don't make a mistake, mistakin' your blessings for a curse.

Leave the past in the past, tomorrows not promised and Todays just a gift i guess thats why its the present

Sometimes you gotta stand by your failures to recognize your success

They say I'm difficult, so to put it simply....tell the world I never cared it was against me

Like I said, as long as I'm consistent and I try to put my best foot forward, and work as hard as I possibly can, everything else will fall into place - God'll take care of everything.

In this day and age, you gotta be a profiler to really know who people are, which most of us are not. So, we need time and life to start happening for people to really show their trust colors.

Maybe I'm regular and the world needs to adjust?

I have nothing to lose, only to live.

The vitality of art is its capacity for infinite expansion. One form doesn't preclude another any more than the existence of Mozart makes the existence of Bach superfluous.

There are not more than five primary colors  (blue, yellow,   red, white, and black), yet in combination they produce more hues than can ever been seen.

To find the deep meaning of life, you must get lost in the blue sky and go beyond your comfort zone.

Tune as the sitthar, neither high nor low, and we will dance away the hearts of men.

I am an experimenter, or rather I used to be one. Then I stopped working, and since then people think I am a theoretician.

I vote Labour and can't begin to acknowledge anything good that comes from a Tory.

Magic is the Special Olympics of entertainment.

Keep what you have got; the known evil is best. [Lat., Habeas ut nactus; nota mala res optima est.]

In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.