I'm not too much of a wild guy. I'm all about work, I'm all about studio.

We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble.

All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who preceded you.

They say if one understands himself, he understands all people. But I say to you, when one loves people, he learns something about himself.

Some find Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran’s poetry preachy and moralizing, but I find it plenty enlightening—it’s hard to object to the melodic, cosmic of mysticism of a line like ‘That which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.’

I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do — for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.

In my thought there is only one universal religion, whose varied paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being.