The intelligent person depends on his own insight; he trusts his own being. He loves and respects himself.

Discover yourself, otherwise you have to depend on other people's opinions who don't know themselves.

If love can not keep you together, nothing else can keep you together. And if

True freedom is always spiritual. It has something to do with your innermost being, which cannot be chained, handcuffed, or put into a jail.

The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.

Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable. You are you, I am I.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.

You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.

NOW is the only reality. All else is either memory or imagination.

Don't try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds

The whole world is a cyclone. But once you have found the center, the cyclone disappears. This nothingness is the ultimate peak of consciousness.

I am yours.Don't give myself back to me.

It’s odd to suddenly discover you’re happy right in the middle of a moment. Usually, you don’t recognize happiness until it’s over and you’re looking back on it.

Uncles and aunts, and cousins, are all very well, and fathers and mothers are not to be despised; but a grandmother, at holiday time, is worth them all.

I had plastic surgery last week. I cut up my credit cards.

I lead a very conventional life.

Miles away from everthing and everyone I've ever known or loved. I feel as if I've entered a new era of my life. What strange places our lives carry us to.

That's what life is all about: Let's have a party. Let's have it tonight.

A good artist ought never to allow impatience to overcome his sense of the main end of art - perfection

Of course I have bad hair days; I’m human.

An honest man can feel no pleasure in the exercise of power over his fellow citizens.