You can be rich and not be famous. You can be famous and not be rich. But to be rich and famous is a special category all by itself.

All women are goddesses, and it's just a matter of letting that goddess-power shine - and if you don't try to be the biggest and baddest damn goddess you can be, you are selling yourself short.

You can do anything you put your mind to, and you can do it in stilettos.

Live life on your own path. Everybody's got something different. You can't keep up with all those people, so you better keep up with yourself.

Always dress like you're going to see your worst enemy.

Fabulosity. It's a state of being.

Be stingy with your money! Don't splurge at the mall - and definitely don't give it to your boyfriend!

Live honestly to a higher note. Life is too short. So, do the best you can and live your life to a higher note.

Nobody automatically believes in your dream. Nobody! You have to turn it into reality through your own sheer grit, bullheadedness and persistence.

I'm very determined, honest, open and definitely very energetic. I expect a lot as a boss and I'm very demanding, but I ask that of myself too.

A woman may be a mother, a sister, a business woman, or she may own a business. Woman do many things, and it is important that we do it with grace and style.

You put your time where your priority is.

No, matter how sinful we are there is a way to repent.

Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.

There are times in my life when I have been medicine for some while poison for others. I used to think I was a victim of my story until I realized the truth

The future’s too bright to dwell on the past. Life moves fast, run faster.

Existence is.. well.. what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.

Science has nothing to be ashamed of even in the ruins of Nagasaki. The shame is theirs who appeal to other values than the human imaginative values which science has evolved.

You love the beauty that you can see and touch and handle, the beauty that you can destroy, and do destroy, but of the unseen beauty of life, of the unseen beauty of a higher life, you know nothing.

The dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors.

Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.