“To be loved, you have to be nice to people, everyday. But to be hated, you don’t have to do squat!”

Pray, for all men need the aid of the gods.

Death submits to no one.

Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.

For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother.

Few sons are like their fathers, most are worse, few better.

Have patience, heart.

Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

I guess some people never change. Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

For too much rest becomes a pain.

Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.

I hate myself on the screen. I want to die. My voice is either too high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet. I’d love to be tall and willowy. I’m short.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

Sometimes you want to give up the guitar, you’ll hate the guitar. But if you stick with it, you’re gonna be rewarded.

One of the great conditions of anger and hatred is, that you must tell and believe lies against the hated object, in order, as we said, to be consistent.

There’s always haters, no matter what you’re doing – whether they’re complaining that everything you do sounds the same, or it’s too different.

Boomerang’ is all about coming back from the hate and not listening to the hate. It really tells a message.

Honestly, it’s hard to deal with the haters, but something that has helped me is not to focus on the haters and to focus on the nice people!

I don’t let the haters get their way.