“Happiness is not some ‘thing’ to be pursued it is a way of being born from appreciating”

Throw your arms around the world and hold on tight. But not through fear but because of your love.

The reason that so many fail to find happiness is that they fail to find gratitude.

I’ve no interest in being thought provoking. Who needs more thoughts. I’d rather go down as one who is thought disposing.

The world is already yours – why try to conquer it?

It’s not the depth of your intellect that will comfort you or transform your world. Only the richness of your heart and your generosity of spirit can do that

Odd how we focus on studying wars at at school to form our ‘education’. No wonder we know so little about making and forging peace as adults.

The moment that you give gratitude is the moment that you find happiness. The moment that you lose gratitude your happiness will vanish and slip through your fingers

Live your life, sing your song. Not full of expectations. Not for the ovations. But for the joy of it.

First one must understand conditioning – only then can we speak of choice

The land of possibility is a better place to make your home than the realm of expectation will ever be.

Goals are only ever a guide; a winding, changing path. It’s your heart that will really keep you on tack… and nourished along the way.

The mind will enchain yourself, others or both. Your heart will set you / them free.

You will rarely make wise decisions if you surround yourself with fools

My advice for life: dance and sing your song while the party is still on.

The moment that you accept life and your life as it is, is the moment that you will start to change your life and this magical life itself.

Compassion is even more powerful than courage. Sure, with courage you can conquer a world – but only with compassion can you heal and build it.

America was born a Christian nation.

Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

Whenever I hear people discussing birth control, I always remember that I was fifth.

When I was born, I was effectively dead. Weird, I know. The doctors couldn’t get any reaction from me, so I had to be brought round, and although it seemed like I was okay, there were underlying problems.

Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page

Where you have come from is why you are going places.

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous – to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.

I just don’t care what people have to say. I keep pushing toward what I want. It’s just how I am. I don’t know where I got it from.