Augustine, Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath are confessional writers and all three make me sick. I have nothing in common with them.

We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.

Keep a good heart. That's the most important thing in life. It's not how much money you make or what you can acquire. The art of it is to keep a good heart.

When the world becomes a massive mess with nobody at the helm, it's time for artists to make their mark.

Chase away the demons, and they will take the angels with them.

We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Freedom to me is a luxury of being able to follow the path of the heart, to keep the magic in your life. Freedom is necessary for me in order to create, and if I cannot create I don’t feel alive.

Depression can be the sand that makes the pearl. Most of my best work came out of it.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way.

Ira Gershwin, shame on him. I mean, some of the writing.

All my battles were with male egos. I’m just looking for equality, not to dominate. But I want to be able to control my vision.

To find the magnificence of life, count your blessings.

You follow voice of masses, Possibly you suppress your inner voice.

Then forgive him. And if you can't forgive, at least forget, for he meant you no harm, however rash that act was.

Probably nothing that we have ever managed to do quite equals the basic undermining of the physical stability of the planet on which most of the world's poor people depend.

Those who are afraid of death will carry it on their shoulders.

Business, more than any other occupation, is a continual dealing with the future; it is a continual calculation, an instinctive exercise in foresight.

It is the lash of hunger which compels the poor man to submit. In order to live he must sell - 'voluntarily' sell - himself every day and hour to the 'beast of property.'

And yet shall Love himself be heard,Though long deferred, though long deferred:O'er the modern waste a dove hath whirred:Music is Love in search of a word.

The object of our serch is the fire of grace which enters into the heart.

The deepest fear we have, 'the fear beneath all fears,' is the fear of not measuring up, the fear of judgment. It's this fear that creates the stress and depression of everyday life.