To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.

There is no hope unmingled with fear, and no fear unmingled with hope.

Every single one of us has a few months here or there that feel like dark months.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Everything isn’t political.

Mirth is like a flash of lightning, that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.

It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.

People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.

That I be not as those are who spend the day in complaining of headache and the night in drinking the wine which gives the headache!

Hatred is an affair of the heart; contempt that of the head.

There is moderation even in excess.

Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind; it requires the same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle.

I had a lovers quarrel with the world.

Meditation is to be aware of every thought and of every feeling, never to say it is right or wrong, but just to watch it and move with it. In that watching, you begin to understand the whole movement of thought and feeling. And out of this awareness comes silence.

I was always interested in choreography – in making people think and feel something.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love – first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne.

I understood at a very early age that in nature, I felt everything I should feel in church but never did. Walking in the woods, I felt in touch with the universe and with the spirit of the universe.

Every bad situation is a blues song waiting to happen.

The ordinary scientific man is strictly a sentimentalist. He is a sentimentalist in this essential sense, that he is soaked and swept away by mere associations.

It is necessary to fall in love… if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.

Obstinacy is the result of the will forcing itself into the place of the intellect.

There is something curiously boring about somebody else’s happiness.

Ridiculous yachts and private planes and big limousines won’t make people enjoy life more, and it sends out terrible messages to the people who work for them. It would be so much better if that money was spent in Africa – and it’s about getting a balance.

I have good days and bad days.

Love is a serious mental disease.

The deferring of anger is the best antidote to anger.

Whatever I’m feeling, whatever I’m going through, whatever mood I’m in… If I’m feeling like dancing or clubbing, then it will be reflected in the music. If I’m feeling dark and vulnerable, then it will reflect in the music, too.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?

They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.

He does not seem to me to be a free man who does not sometimes do nothing.

I have discovered that my interest in my dear pupil, Mabel, has ripened into a far deeper feeling than that of mere friendship. In fact, I know that I have learned to love her very sincerely.

I’m an emotional person.

The word ‚happy‘ would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.

It takes tremendous discipline to control the influence, the power you have over other people’s lives.

‚Mean‘ is a song I wrote about somebody who wrote things that were so mean so many times that it would ruin my day. Then it would ruin the next day. And it would level me so many times, I just felt like I was being hit in the face every time this person would take to their computer.

If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking… is freedom.

Young love is wild and outrageous, laughing at moderation and blinding us to common sense.

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.

Boredom, anger, sadness, or fear are not ‚yours,‘ not personal. They are conditions of the human mind. They come and go. Nothing that comes and goes is you.

And if you’re horrible to me I’m going to write a song about you and you are not going to like it. That’s how I operate.

To be a bodyguard is to be a kamikaze pilot. Dedicated.

When I think of the love I feel for each member of our family, I sense, to a slight degree, the love that our Heavenly Father bears for His children.

I really believed that fear is contagious.

Culture of the mind must be subservient to the heart.

Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.

The excessive increase of anything causes a reaction in the opposite direction.

It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

Order without liberty and liberty without order are equally destructive.

He who cannot give anything away cannot feel anything either.

Hear reason, or she’ll make you feel her.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Songs for me are like a message in a bottle. You send them out to the world, and maybe the person who you feel that way about will hear about it someday.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

Acting is happy agony.

It is a strange desire, to seek power, and to lose liberty; or to seek power over others, and to lose power over a man’s self.

I will continue to believe that Israel’s security is paramount.

I don’t ever make moves under pressure.

When we trust God more than our feelings, it confuses the devil. I mean, when he throws you his best shot and he can’t budge you from believing God, he won’t know what to do with you anymore.

What the heck is true love? I remember feeling, back when I was 12 and ‚going‘ with this girl, ‚Is this true love?‘