“You can’t hear me? Read my lips!”

No one has been a greater advocate for the power of love in this world than I; both in my life and in my music.

Just because a man lacks the use of his eyes doesn’t mean he lacks vision.

I’m a work in progress, but if I know in my heart that I’m doing my best, that my heart’s in the right place, that I have unconditional love, I feel okay.

Gun violence is real. People don’t come back.

Here is my music. It is all I have to tell you how I feel. Know that your love keeps my love strong.

Problems have solutions.

We all know that love is truly the key. Anyone who tries to make anyone think that things of destruction has anything to do with God or Allah, they’re a liar.

When you’re moving in the positive, your destination is the brightest star.

I feel thankful to God, first and foremost, allowing me to enjoy this ‘smell the roses’ kind of thing.

I am what I am. I love me! And I don’t mean that egotistically – I love that God has allowed me to take whatever it was that I had and to make something out of it.

If we begin to stop spewing the negative and really move into using our voices and our pens and our abilities that we have to reach millions of people to the positive, we can make a difference in the world.

Love’s in need of love today, don’t delay send yours in right away.

Ability may get you to the top, but it takes character to keep you there.

Handicaps are really to be used another way to benefit yourself and others.

Let us come together before we’re annihilated.

Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.

Marriage is two imperfect people committing themselves to a perfect institution, by making perfect vows from imperfect lips before a perfect God.

Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on.

Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

The great moments of life are but moments like the others. Your doom is spoken in a word or two. A single look from the eyes; a mere pressure of the hand, may decide it; or of the lips though they cannot speak.

The moment eternal – just that and no more – When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

Love may be likened to a disease in this respect, that when it is denied a vent in one part, it will certainly break out in another; hence what a woman’s lips often conceal, her eyes, her blushes, and many little involuntary actions betray.

You tainted me with your cursed lips apocalypse.