Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.

The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.

I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.

Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.

We have to learn how to live with our frailties. The best people I know are inadequate and unashamed.

The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind.

You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray.

What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.

The poem in the head is always perfect. Resistance begins when you try to convert it into language.

Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.

The human will to believe is inexhaustible

First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

Everybody has value; even if to serve as a bad example.

Tonight's show is about doubt. Or maybe it isn't - haven't made my mind up yet.

No one ever indoctrinated me.

Renown? I've already got more of it than those I respect, and will never have as much as those for whom I feel contempt.

There is a mighty lot of difference between saying prayers and praying.

Fame is a series of misunderstandin gs surrounding a name.

When Mama prayed, lives were changed. Not much more than five foot tall, but mountains big and small crumbled all away.

Life is a smoke that curls- Curls in a flickering skein, That winds and whisks and whirls, A figment thin and vain, Into the vast inane. One end for hut and hall.