“Things may happen and often do to people as brainy and footsy as you.”

I am weird, you are weird. Everyone in this world is weird. One day two people come together in mutual weirdness and fall in love.

All alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you’ll be quite a lot!

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And you are the one who’ll decide where to go.

You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room.

Everything stinks till it’s finished.

Unless someone like you comes around, things will never change.

Only you can control your future.

Kid, you’ll move mountains.

Because when you stop and look around, this life is pretty amazing.

You’re never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.

Poor empty pants with nobody inside them.

I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.

From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere!

You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Cause when a guy does something stupid once, well that’s because he’s a guy. But if he does the same stupid thing twice, that’s usually to impress some girl.

When all the noise is gone, there is so much to hear, to see, to appreciate. Detoxifying from a past that does not fit now.

Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.

Mankind will endure when the world appreciates the logic of diversity.

You can’t appreciate the sunshine if you’ve never stood in the rain.

pour your sunshine to those who appreciate the sky in you.

Take a little time each day to appreciate the simple things in life, and you will have already discovered one of the secrets of lasting love.

Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; Its about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.

Learn to appreciate your flaws, they make you beautiful.