Because parents have power over children. They feel they have to do what their parents say. But the love of money is the root of all evil. And this is a sweet child. And to see him turn like this, thi...
Everything that I love is behind those gates. We have elephants, and giraffes, and crocodiles, and every kind of tigers and lions. And - and we have bus loads of kids, who don't get to see those thing...
My mother's wonderful. To me she's perfection.
Whenever I saw a sunset, I would quietly make my secret wish right before the sun tucked under the western horizon and disappeared. It would seem as if the sun had taken my wish with it. I'd make it r...
In many ways an artist is his work. It's difficult to separate the two. I think I can be brutally objective about my work as I create it, and if something doesn't work, I can feel it, but when I turn...
Just doing as well as you did last time is not good enough.
Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I am...
The greatest education in the world is watching the masters at work.
I love my family very much. I wish I could see them a little more often than I do. But we understand because we're a show business family and we all work.
All of us are products of our childhood.
Planet Earth, gentle and blue
But they told me a man should be faithful, and walk when not able, and fight till the end but I'm only Human.
Lies run sprints, but the truth runs marathons.
And I remember going to the record studio and there was a park across the street and I'd see all the children playing and I would cry because it would make me sad that I would have to work instead.
The meaning of life is contained in every single expression of life. It is present in the infinity of forms and phenomena that exist in all of creation.
I believe I'm one of the loneliest people in the world.
Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be?
Hope is such a beautiful word, but it often seems very fragile. Life is still being needlessly hurt and destroyed.
What happened to truth? Did it go out of style?
But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of God's creation embraces me.