“The happiness and the joy that I see in the eyes of the children. They saved my life so I want to, give it back. I’m not joking.”

The greatest education in the world is watching the masters at work

The distortion of the truth bothers me.

If I’m not creating, I’m not as happy.

I look at things and try to imagine what is possible and then hope to surpass those boundaries.

It all begins with forgiveness, because to heal the world, we first have to heal ourselves.

If you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, and make a change.

I’ve learned that love is not possessive and I’ve learned that love won’t wait. Now I’ve learned that love needs expression, but I learned too late.

With my music, with what I do, I would like to bring a light into the world.

Remember my strong advice; just remember to always think twice.

Your thoughts are as free as any bird.

Out of the bliss comes magic, wonderment and creativity.

Truth always prevails. And I believe in that. I believe in God.

I think justice is important because there are many injustices in the world and I hate injustice.

Love is the human family’s most precious legacy. Its richest bequest. Its golden inheritance.

I am an Instrument of Nature.Love is my message.

It doesn’t matter what blood or race or creed or color. Love is love and it breaks all boundaries and you just see it right away.

Parents have to really talk to their children before they leave home.

When I was a child, kids used to make fun of me because I was blind. But I just became more curious, ‘How can I climb this tree and get an apple for this girl?’ That’s what mattered to me.

Remember, I’m the kind of kid who used to get stuffed into a locker by school bullies. I’ve never felt like I’m a big star at any level of my life.

Creativity is the key for any child with dyslexia, or for anyone for that matter. Then you can think outside of the box. Teach them anything is attainable. Let them run with what you see is whatever they need to run with.

A great war shall burst forth from fishes of steel. Machines of flying fire, lobsters, grasshoppers, mosquitoes. The mass attacks shall be repulsed in the woods, when no child in Germany shall obey any longer.

We spend the first year of a child’s life teaching it to walk and talk and the rest of its life to shut up and sit down. There’s something wrong there.

Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.

Home is, I suppose just a child’s idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.