There is one grand lie - that we are limited. The only limits we have are the limits we believe.

Don't die with your music still in you. Don't die with your purpose unfulfilled. Don't die feeling as if your life has been wrong. Don't let that happen to you.

You came from a source.

In mathematics, two angles that are said to coincide fit together perfectly. The word "coincidence" does not describe luck or mistakes. It describes that which fits together perfectly.

Why do we even make guns? I'm not against gun control. I'm against guns, period. I'm against anything at all that is used as an instrument of death. Why would we manufacture such a thing? Why would we have a business that does it? Why don't we figure out a way to disarm ourselves totally?

As long as I continue to hear 'normal' people telling me I am too childish, I know I'm doing just fine.

Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul.