Sometimes, when I'm alone, I cry, 'cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life, but take no form. I cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friends, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on?

Whatever you see you gotta keep a sense of humor; you gotta be able to smile through all the bullshit.

You'll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile.

I do not need drugs to be a genius, do not take a genius to be human, but I need your smile to be happy.

My lips never know my problem, they just always smile.

Just let me share and give, put a smile on people's faces, and make their hearts feel happy.