An aphorism that does not score is just one more sentence.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

A government is free in proportion to the rights it guarantees to the minority.

Playing to bigger audiences at festivals got me in the mindset of writing music that I would sing to a crowd.

Whenever this person comes (the right girl) I'm sure you'll feel something you know

I'm thinking to myself, I just love doing the art, it takes me a morning to do.

The very impossibility which I find to prove that God is not, discovers to me his existence.

No power can withstand divine Love.

A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour. [Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.]

Man will have replicated his own intelligence not when he teaches a computer to reason but when he teaches a computer to have a nagging feeling in its circuits.

Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead