Everything is an illusion.

The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.

I am a woman who enjoys herself very much; sometimes I lose, sometimes I win.

Death is nothing, nor life either, for that matter. To die, to sleep, to pass into nothingness, what does it matter? Everything is an illusion.

I was not content at home. . . I wanted to live like a colorful butterfly in the sun.

My dance is a sacred poem in which each movement is a word and whose every word is underlined by music. The temple in which I dance can be vague or faithfully reproduced, for I am the temple.

When we turned to God, He will heal us, then we shall be happy.

I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays.

Liberalism itself has failed, and for a pretty good reason. It has been too often compromised by the people who represented it.

Love must not suffocate but breathe on its own.

You must have tremendous power of focus to direct your life and not allow all these variant forces, different vibrations, to enter you.

We won't really understand the brain until we can make models of it which are analog rather than digital, which nobody seems to be trying very much.

I do not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the "Lady Vain."

Courage is nothing more than taking one step more than you think you can.

I love Central Park. I spend a lot of time in there. I try and get in there whenever I can.

If you imitate someone, you owe them a royalty check. If you emulate them, you don't. There's a big difference. Check your lawyer.