When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

I always doubted myself. I doubted the way I looked, my body, my voice - everything.

Sometimes, I wake up and the skies are grey and everything's horrible.

People tried to make me something that I wasn't at the beginning of my career.

It was growing late, and though one might stand on the brink of a deep chasm of disaster, one was still obliged to dress for dinner.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

People are much more likely to trust a leader if they know he is compassionate and forgiving of mistakes.

An education is like a crumbling building that needs constant upkeep with repairs and additions.

What is the beautiful, if not the impossible.

Haven, don't ask me to define the boundaries of normal. You know how I was raised. My father once struck strands of his own pubic hair onto a painting and sold it for a million dollars.

. . . show the other side, the one that gets people out of bed the next morning, makes them scratch and scrape and fight for their lives because someone is telling them that they're going to be okay.

The basis of the spiritual path is the development in ourselves of what is truly balanced, natural, and meaningful.

Christian creeds and doctrines, the clergy's own fatal inventions, through all the ages has made of Christendom a slaughterhouse, and divided it into sects of inextinguishable hatred for one another.

You need somebody to support the retirees. You need to pay into the pension plans. You need people to work at the hospitals, at the nursing homes.