What’s done can’t be undone.

I’ve been called a moron since I was about four. My father called me a moron. My grandfather said I was a moron. And a lot of times when I’m driving, I hear I’m a moron. I like being a moron.

The truth is something that burns. It burns off dead wood. And people don’t like having the dead wood burnt off, often because they’re 95 percent dead wood.

Do not seek to bring things to pass in accordance with your wishes, but wish for them as they are, and you will find them.

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

Experience is the child of thought, and thought is the child of action.

You can’t do something forever.

Custom reconciles us to everything.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.

After the first blush of sin comes its indifference.

Partition is bad. But whatever is past is past. We have only to look to the future.

Toleration is good for all, or it is good for none.

Life is a dead-end street.

It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living.

The Tao teaches us to let go of things. Use the 80/20 rule. If you take all your clothes, you’ll find out that you only wear 20 percent of them. Take what you have and don’t use and circulate it. Give stuff to people who truly need it. After all, we come into this world with nothing; we leave this world with nothing.

Who is the wisest man? He who neither knows or wishes for anything else than what happens.

My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

I’m sorry my existence is not very noble or sublime.

I’m not ashamed to say I fear something.

Friends accept you the way you are.

I don’t pretend we have all the answers. But the questions are certainly worth thinking about.

Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself.

When I look back on my life as a whole, it is impossible for me not to feel blessed.

Without stirring abroad, One can know the whole world; Without looking out of the window One can see the way of heaven. The further one goes The less one knows.

Be happy with being you. Love your flaws. Own your quirks. And know that you are just as perfect as anyone else, exactly as you are.

I am not promising that God will give you everything you want. There are times when we want things that God knows would not be good for us.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

It’s one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself, to forgive. Forgive everybody.

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

Every blessing ignored becomes a curse.

Be not astonished at new ideas; for it is well known to you that a thing does not therefore cease to be true because it is not accepted by many.

Knowing that the time to sleep has come, the Lord sleeps, and does well in sleeping. Often, when we have been fretting and worrying, we should have glorified God far more had we literally gone to sleep.

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

Knowing that you are going to die is, I suspect, the beginning of wisdom.

Looking back on the production of ‚Nevermind,‘ I’m embarrassed by it now. It’s closer to a Motley Crue record than it is a punk rock record.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

America is known as a country that welcomes people to its shores. All kinds of people. The image of the Statue of Liberty with Emma Lazarus‘ famous poem. She lifts her lamp and welcomes people to the golden shore, where they will not experience prejudice because of the color of their skin, the religious faith that they follow.

It doesn’t matter how long my hair is or what colour my skin is or whether I’m a woman or a man.

Dissents speak to a future age.

For time is the longest distance between two places.

At 30 a man should know himself like the palm of his hand, know the exact number of his defects and qualities, know how far he can go, foretell his failures – be what he is. And, above all, accept these things.

Let go of offence. Let go of fear. Let go of revenge. Don’t live angry, let go now!

I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.

The poetry you read has been written for you, each of you – black, white, Hispanic, man, woman, gay, straight.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

Philosophy is the highest music.

Your timeless self does not age and has no fear of the future. Contemplate your physical self and all its possessions, and practice laughing peacefully at it all.

Things won’t get better dwelling on the past. Accept what has happened. Then move forward.

The true history of my administration will be written 50 years from now, and you and I will not be around to see it.

I think that there is never an indispensable leader, you know? I think that there is a time with dignity that one needs to leave.

I always like to create things that get attention. It used to be a problem when I wasn’t famous. Now, I can do whatever I want and people have to accept it.

My gold, my money couldn’t stop cancer from appearing on my body. If they can’t save me, then I don’t need them.

Even if you are a minority of one, the truth is the truth.

We should not fret for what is past, nor should we be anxious about the future; men of discernment deal only with the present moment.

The supreme function of reason is to show man that some things are beyond reason.

Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

Sometimes, I want to talk on a song and be angry, because I am angry. Then there’s always a part of me that remembers that this record lives past my being angry, and so do I really want to be angry about that? Is that feeling going to have longevity?

You cannot step into the same river twice.

You tell me: Can you live crushed under the weight of the present? Without a memory of the past and without the desire to look ahead to the future by building something, a future, a family? Can you go on like this? This, to me, is the most urgent problem that the Church is facing.

The bad fortune of the good turns their faces up to heaven; the good fortune of the bad bows their heads down to the earth.