“It’s easier to hurt someone and make them cry, than it is to dry their eyes.”

It’s God’s love manifest in this world through everything that’s in this world, and all the people in the world.

There’s a bottomless heart hooked into all of you and it’s wondering how much you care.

Yesterday, today was tomorrow. And tomorrow, today will be yesterday.

It doesn’t really matter what chords I play, what words I say or time of day it is, as it’s only a Northern Song.

The action that I’ve started, sometime I’ll have to face. My influence in motion, rebounding back through space.

When the truth get’s buried deep beneath a thousand years of sleep, time demands a turnaround.. And once again the truth is found.

I don’t know how you were diverted, You were perverted too. I don’t know how you were inverted No one alerted you.

People have to have a desire within themselves to know who they are and the reason why they are in this body.

No matter how good you are, you still need grace to get out of the material world. You can be a yogi or a monk or a nun, but without God’s grace you still can’t make it.

Life goes on within you and without you.

Death is just where your suit falls off and now you’re in your other suit. You can’t see it on this level, but it’s all right. Don’t worry.

We laughed a lot. That’s one thing we forgot about for a few years – laughing. When we went through all the lawsuits, it looked as if everything was bleak, but when I think back to before that, I remember we used to laugh all the time.

Gossip is the Devil’s radio.

We’re God too but we don’t realise it.

Everything else can wait, but the search for God cannot wait.

The Lord is in everything that’s in creation. So, when you look at a tree, it’s really a reflection of God. You see it in other people – that’s him too, you know?

The one fact that I would cry form every housetop is this: the Good Life is waiting for us – here and now.

The life we live is just a colourful and deposit toy. Some of us take it so seriously and fight and cry for it. Some of us break and throw it. Either we give extreme importance, either not enough. Better to stay far from extremes.

You cry and tell yourself to toughen up but what’s tougher than feeling?

We were born crying. Therefore, we must try at any cost; to keep a smile on the face.

When the world cries I cry. and when the world sings I still find myself crying.

Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.