“Honesty is often very hard. The truth is often painful. But the freedom it can bring is worth the trying.”

The kingdom of God is for the broken hearted.

Little by little we human beings are confronted with situations that give us more and more clues that we are not perfect.

If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of.

The older I get, the more convinced I am that the space between people who are trying their best to understand each other is hallowed ground.

One of my wise teachers, Dr. Orr, told me, ‘There is only one thing evil cannot stand, and that is forgiveness.

Real strength has to do with helping others.

The world needs a sense of worth, and it will achieve it only by its people feeling that they are worthwhile.

Forgiveness is a strange thing. It can sometimes be easier to forgive our enemies than our friends. It can be hardest of all to forgive people we love.

Knowing that we can be loved exactly as we are gives us all the best opportunity for growing into the healthiest of people.

Anything that’s human is mentionable, and anything that is mentionable can be more manageable.

Love is like infinity: You can’t have more or less infinity, and you can’t compare two things to see if they’re “equally infinite.” Infinity just is, and that’s the way I think love is, too.

You rarely have time for everything you want in this life, so you need to make choices. And hopefully your choices can come from a deep sense of who you are.

There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind.

Anyone who does anything to help a child in his life is a hero to me.

Often when you think you’re at the end of something, you’re at the beginning of something else.

Feeling good about ourselves is essential in our being able to love others.

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.

It was still early, and the sun’s lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.

Sweet freedom whispered in my ear, you’re a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high-away, bye-bye.

I would willingly go more primitive if it were necessary to preserve my freedom.

You can cage the songbird, but you can’t make her sing. And you can trap the free bird, but you’ll have to clip her wings.

To be steady in the soul and free in the spirit.

If you are idle, be not solitary; if you are solitary be not idle.

I just know that I’m a fan of all different kinds of genres. You’re supposed to be free doing music, and that’s how I feel.