“Friends share all things.”

Learn silence. With the quiet serenity of a meditative mind, listen, absorb, transcribe, and transform.

Power is the near neighbour of necessity.

The wise man should be prepared for everything that does not lie within his control.

Souls never die, but always on quitting one abode pass to another. All things change, nothing perishes.

If you’re asked: What is the silence? Respond: It is the first stone of the Wisdom’s temple.

Anger begins in folly, and ends in repentance.

A man is never as big as when he is on his knees to help a child.

Practice justice in word and deed, and do not get in the habit of acting thoughtlessly about anything.

Numbers have a way of taking a man by the hand and leading him down the path of reason.

There is a good principle which created order, light, and man, and an evil principle which created chaos, darkness, and woman.

Number rules the universe.

No one is free who has not obtained the empire of himself.

Friends are as companions on a journey, who ought to aid each other to persevere in the road to a happier life.

No one is free who has not obtained the empire of himself.

Choose rather to be strong of soul than strong of body.

In anger we should refrain both from speech and action.

Good friends are like good poetry – hard to find and good for the soul.

I was carrying my friend in his casket to put him in the hearse, and I was thinking, ‘I need to write a song for this guy, because he always told me I would have a No. 1 song.’

Mental prayer is nothing else but being on terms of friendship with God, frequently conversing in secret with Him.

The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing that is a friend who cares.

All my tattoos except my first were not planned. I would just go into the shop late at night with friends and ask for something on the spot. My first is my parents’ wedding date. I thought it would soften the blow of getting a tattoo.

I wish I had a better metabolism. But someone else probably wishes they could walk into a room and make friends with everyone like I can. You always want what someone else has.

Your best friend should bring out the best in you.

These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraphs and kerosene and coal stoves — they’re good to have but the trouble is, folks get to depend on ’em.