I love everybody. One of the great things about me is that I have a very positive attitude.

I did NOT have three thousand pairs of shoes, I had one thousand and sixty.

People say I'm extravagant because I want to be surrounded by beauty. But tell me, who wants to be surrounded by garbage?

Filipinos want beauty. I have to look beautiful so that the poor Filipinos will have a star to look at from their slums.

They went into my closets looking for skeletons, but thank God all they found were shoes, beautiful shoes.

My grandchildren are growing up and they could not understand why the Marcoses are still being crucified although we keep on telling them that we did not steal from the Filipino people.

If you know how rich you are, you are not rich. But me, I am not aware of the extent of my wealth. That's how rich we are.

Doesn't the fight for survival also justify swindle and theft? In self defence, anything goes.

I have never been a material girl. My father always told me never to love anything that cannot love you back.

I am beyond logic and rationality.

Win or lose, we go shopping after the election.

There is nothing that war has ever achieved that we could not better achieve without it.

If you have enough fantasies you're ready in the event that something happens.

At my first tournament, about four years ago, I got four twos. Now I have a poker problem. I do win every so often, so that's what keeps me going.

Becoming integrated and whole is the spiritual path. The body is your vehicle. Your job is to learn about yourself from your experiences and change yourself. This is spiritual growth.

I found my way to street level and into what optimists call 'fresh air

If there are issues, if there's wrongdoing, people have to be held accountable and we have to try to deter future bad behavior.

When the Champions League is at stake, ... you do everything you can, whether it's called gamesmanship or cheating, to put the opposition off.

All complaining comes from pride.

Plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom.

Does it not seem as if Mozart's works become fresher and fresher the oftener we hear them?