“Fear builds walls to bar the light.”

The world is new to us every morning – and every man should believe he is reborn each day

As man acts, God reacts.

Unless we believe that God renews creation every day, our prayers grow habitual and tedious.

If the Bible didn’t show us the weaknesses, the vulnerabilities, the sins of our heroes, we might have deep questions about their true virtue.

A broom sweeps clean, and itself becomes soiled; cleanse yourself of those offenses of which you may feel guilty.

Everything above and below is one unity.

There is no room for God in the man who is filled with himself.

The world is full of wonders and miracles but man takes his little hand and covers his eyes and sees nothing.

I am going out one door, and shall go through another.

From every human being there rises a light.

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.” Why? Because every human being has a root in the Unity, and to reject the minutest particle of the Unity is to reject it all.

Forgetfulness leads to exile while remembrance is the secret of redemption.

Your fellow man is your mirror. If your own face is clean, the image you perceive will also be flawless. But should you look upon your fellow man and see a blemish, it is your own imperfection that you are encountering – you are being shown what it is that you must correct within yourself.

When a father complains that his son has taken to evil ways, what should he do? Love him more than ever.

Everybody is unique. Compare not yourself with anybody else lest you spoil God’s curriculum.

Before you can find God, you must lose yourself.

I am invisible in gay bars.

I like to play in the low 70’s. If it gets any hotter than that I’ll stay in the bar!

Michael Jackson was not an artist who comes along once in a decade, a generation, or a lifetime. He was an artist who comes along only once, period… He raised the bar and then BROKE the bar!

Membership in the bar is a privilege burdened with conditions.

I’m not confident in social situations; just going up to someone in a bar and saying ‘Hi’ is going to be even more difficult because they won’t know the real me. They will just know me as a fictional person I play on the screen.

The less I talk in bars, write emails, express myself in an emotionally lewd way outside of my songwriting, the more I have to do it through my music.

A complacent satisfaction with present knowledge is the chief bar to the pursuit of knowledge.

I was a grill cook at McDonalds for a little bit. I did landscape for a little bit. I played a lot in the bar scene, I played countless sets of acoustic songs in that arena.