Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.

By thinking of things you could understand them.

What was after the universe?Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

True love never wants to get, just give. True love never can hurt because it always forgives.

Patience is the food of understanding.

The real rain dance is when the rain dances.

Many of us spend half of our time wishing for things we could have if we didn't spend half our time wishing.

We have a problem with any labels that people try to hang on us, because all it does is drag you down.

I wouldn't really worry to much about practicing the yoga of discrimination at this point in your evolution.

New York was no mere city. It was instead an infinitely romantic notion.

Pity cost nothing and ain't worth nothing.

Everywhere I go, I feel strange.