There are limits to power, as those who put their hopes in a constitution always discover.

The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.

Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.

All governments suffer a recurring problem: Power attracts pathological personalities.

If we define Futurism as an exploration beyond accepted limits, then the nature of limiting systems becomes the first object of exploration.

When politics and religion are intermingled, a people is suffused with a sense of invulnerability, and gathering speed in their forward charge, they fail to see the cliff ahead of them

There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.

Do actions agree with words? There's your measure of reliability. Never confine yourself to the words.

Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.

Justice belongs to those who claim it, but let the claimant beware lest he create new injustice by his claim and thus set the bloody pendulum of revenge into its inexorable motion

The best contribution one can make to humanity is to improve oneself.

When you have a lot of success you don't need vanity any more.

Theatre is where my passion lies - I just love it. I love watching it, and I love doing it.

I scorn their hatred, if they do but fear me

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

Now my record deal helps me to do things for free or give more time to my community than I could otherwise.

I got tired of everyone being in my way, so I had to kick them out to have my privacy.

The primary object of non-co-operation is nowhere stated to be paralysis of the Government. The primary object is self-purification.

Mothers support certain illusions about their children, and one of my illusions was that I liked who I was, because she did. When she passed away, so did that idea.

I could hum Beatles songs before I could talk - not very well, but sort of.

What is a man? What is a woman? Why are men and women attracted to each other? Why do they desire each other? Love...what is it?