“Faces can lie. Backsides can’t.”

World peace is one project that we have to do together.

Imagine painting all the statues in the world in the color of the sky

It’s better to dance than to march through life.

The River shines quietly.

The death of a loved one is a hollowing experience.

Everybody’s an artist. Everybody’s God. It’s just that they’re inhibited.

Being alone is very difficult.

My heart is mysteriously alive in the world of sounds – a totally different dimension from the daily life.

Distance doesn’t exist, in fact, and neither does time. Vibrations from love or music can be felt everywhere, at all times.

Hide until everybody goes home. Hide until everybody forgets about you. Hide until everybody dies.

Each one of us has the power to change the world. Shed light, and darkness disappears.

Mirror becomes a razor when it’s broken. A stick becomes a flute when it’s loved.

We are all dreamers creating the next world, the next beautiful world for ourselves and for our children.

It’s always good to do something that is not a repeat. I just don’t believe in repeating.

People are afraid of shadows. People are even more afraid of being in the shadow. But without a shadow, life will be two dimensional.

Just remember somebody is always listening.

People tell me I saved hundreds and hundreds of people. But I have to tell you: it’s not the people you saved that you remember. It’s the ones you couldn’t save. Those are the ones you talk about. Those are the faces and situations that stay with you forever.

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody’s face but their own.

Courage is the resolution to face the unforeseen.

Female beauties are as fickle in their faces as in their minds; though casualties should spare them, age brings in a necessity of decay.

No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

All your life, you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love or hate. I choose love.

Reality in our century is not something to be faced.

God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her.