Honor Your Parents By Not Judging Them.

I Love Surprising People With A Present Or A Gift Or A Stage Performance Or Anything.

No One Should Judge What I've Done With My Life, Not Unless They've Been In My Shoes Every Horrible Day And Every Sleepless Night.

In A World Filled With Hate, We Must Still Dare To Hope.

One Day My Dad Said, "if You Guys Ever Stop Singing, I'll Drop You Like A Hot Potato." That's What He Said. It Hurt Me. You Don't Say That To Children And I Never Forgot It.

There Are Two Kinds Of Music. One Comes From The Strings Of A Guitar, The Other From The Strings Of The Heart. One Sound Comes From A Chamber Orchestra, The Other From The Beating Of The Heart's Chamber. One Comes From An Instrument Of Graphite And Wood, The Other From An Organ Of Flesh And Blood. This Loftier Music I Speak Of Tonight Is More Pleasing Than The Notes Of The Most Gifted Composers, More Moving Than A Marching Band, More Harmonious Than A Thousand Voices Joined In Hymn And More Powerful Than All The World's Percussion Instruments Combined. That Sweet Sound Of Love.