The nature of Nature is change.

Imagination belongs to hope. It’s the creative dance of possibility.

Hope dreams into being what is possible but not yet formed.

If I’m going to have hope, I’m going to have to learn to endure disappointment.

A wish is a single unit of hope. It’s a single request for something I dearly desire.

Hope requires waiting. Waiting requires patience.

Don't be afraid that things are changing, because indeed they always are.

Without hope, I wouldn’t even try. Hope lifts me to consider new possibilities so I can stay the course of my desire, no matter what.

We cannot protect ourselves from disappointment and still live a fully engaged life.

Given that I don’t know anything, when I am making up stories about the future, why not make it a good story instead of a scary one?

When I act, I act on behalf of who or what I love. Even when I have to fight against something, it is because of what I value and love.

Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.

It's so funny because I listen to songs that I recorded that I didn't really know anything about at the time. Later on I'm starting to feel the songs. Sing them first, feel them later.

I belonged to another club, and liked the camaraderie.

Mathematics is an activity governed by the same rules imposed upon the symphonies of Beethoven, the paintings of DaVinci, and the poetry of Homer.

Nature is none other than God in all things. Animals and plants are living effects of Nature; Whence all of God is in all things.

First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. & And second, what can I say? I'm a night owl.

Flying would give such occasions for intrigues as people cannot meet with who have nothing but legs to carry them.

I can tell you there are rewards that go far beyond money and public acclaim and awards.

If one will always have to feel white first, and African second, it would be better not to stay on in Africa

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.