But although life is not energy, any more than it is matter, yet it directs energy and thereby controls arrangements of matter.

Death is the end of a stage, not the end of the journey. The road stretches on beyond our comprehension.

A fish probably has no means of apprehending the existence of water; it is too deeply immersed in it.

Death is not extinction. Neither the soul nor the body is extinguished or put out of existence.

In other cases, when the medium becomes entranced, the demonstration of a communicator's separate intelligence may become stronger and the sophistication less.

Death is not a foe, but an inevitable adventure.

Matter moves, but Ether is strained.

Any person without invincible prejudice who had the same experience would come to the same broad conclusion, viz., that things hitherto held impossible do actually occur.

The properties which differentiate living matter from any kind of inorganic imitation may be instinctively felt, but can hardly be formulated without expert knowledge.

There is a conservation of matter and of energy, there may be a conservation of life; or if not of life, of something which transcends life.

Death is not a word to fear, any more than birth is.

Love is the language of life and all others are transient epi-phenomena. Like a fish, we are swimming in the ocean of love. We are so busy seeking love that we don’t realize we are swimming in love.

Prayer, desperate prayer, seems so simple, but it’s a step rarely taken by those in family conflict.

Know this. If you're here to hurt my ship, or my crew, I will make sure you truly do know sufferi

Thoughts are free, talk is cheap, and action is expensive. What's your worth?

Well I'm not a novelist. I've only written one book and that is a memoir.

The most highly prized curve of all is that of the bosom.

There is a ceiling to it and there's a stigma. Billy Crystal as brilliant as he is, he's never going to be thought of as a contemporary like Alan Arkin.

Scholarship can find little to say about the obvious.

I just think lots of words have physicality. How about the word 'wobble?' You think that's arbitrary? When you say the word 'wince,' you wince. How about that?

All the ways of this world are as fickle and unstable as a sudden storm at sea.