I've been dead over seventy years and still when I hear a woman scream, I find myself standing, listening, wanting to help and unable to do anything except watch.

Love is a blend of heart and mind, it creates a euphoric fusion of energy and intellect, to induce a transformation in life as the Rays of Love gradually befall.

The failures and successes are necessary for learning.

Every sane and sensible and quiet thing we do is absolutely ignored by the press.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.

I just love expressing my joy and my mind through what I wear, or how I cook, or how I dance, or how I write or perform a song - how I move.

Men are competent in groups that mimic the playground, incompetent in groups that mimic the family

I can't help but feel that stuff that comes to me by chance or on purpose, whatever, tends to reflect where I am as a human being.

How can one dive into the intricate mystery of man when One doesn't see where One is located

A party full of 'likeable' people doesn't bear contemplating.