Most people, in my opinion, steal much of what they are. If they didn't what poor items they would be.

Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke.

And perhaps it was also the case that, for all a lifetime's internal struggling, you were finally no more than what others saw you as. That was your nature, whether you liked it or not.

Was it the case that colours dimmed as the eye grew elderly? Or was it rather that in youth your excitement about the world transferred itself onto everything you saw and made it brighter?

There is the body of history ever atop of us, and the body of memory rustling within us. Between the two, we are crushed.

Heaven is inside us, ' Ida uttered in a rather loud whisper.

Eat to please thyself but dress to please others.

As long as men will not be freed from their errors and delusions, humanity will not be able to go towards ("marcher vers", Fr.) the accomplishment of its true destinies.

You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars regardless of who you are

I was the first f****** hippy to enter this business, you know... I was one of the first girls to say I don't give a f*** about this whole supermodel thing.

High office, is like a pyramid; only two kinds of animals reach the summit — reptiles and eagles.

Put one foot in front of the other, focus on the little goal right in front of you, and almost anything is possible.

Dignity and majesty have I seen but once, as it stood in chains, at midnight, in a dungeon in an obscure village of Missouri.

If he did not succeed, he at least failed in a glorious undertaking.