Most men either compromise or drop their greatest talents and start running after, what they perceive to be, a more reasonable success, and somewhere in between they end up with a discontented settlement. Safety is indeed stability, but it is not progression.

I only seem negative to the fortunate. That's because I show the less fortunate that they aren't less fortunate after all.

If the entire world sought to make itself worthy of happiness rather than make itself happy, then the entire world would be happy.

The devil's happy when the critics run you off.

Happiness is good, but well-overrated: what we hate most are the very motivators that put us in gear. A man drifts along with little to contribute until something agitates him enough to make a difference, whether for himself or for his communities.

Trustful people are the pure at heart, as they are moved by the zeal of their own trustworthiness.

Respect? Of course, always, to all, because everything seems funnier when you're trying to show respect.

For those constantly full of joy, they sometimes feel a little guilty for always feeling so good. That guilt is compassion: it flies in with an attempt to share one's joy with others who do not have it.

I won't be stuck in traffic 'til I see how rugged my path isAnd right now I'm loving how fast my troubles are fastingNo they don't bother me oh realizing I'm psychopathicA wild beast, baby I'm gladly running afterYes a thing called peace outlasting any madnessThe devil fears me oh he's feelingLike a fragment of a fractionNo he won't come near me'Cause his hat trick's out of practice