Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it.

The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.

To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.

One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.

If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.

Perhaps you are just close to what you have been waiting for all along and ideas start formulating in your mind and advising you to "give up". Tell them "not me".

The city takes a breath on Sunday. Of all that’s lost with the pursuit of what’s next, I hope we don’t lose that…

I drive an American car. It's a Chrysler. That's not an endorsement. It's more like a cry for pity.

I think that theater is the closest medium to music. It's very pure. It's for the elite of the society. It's not for everyone in the society.

Nothin wounded goes uphill, he said. It just dont happen.

One moment, ten thousand years. Ten thousand years, one moment.

Our lives become trivial. And our capacity for magnificent causes and great worship dies.

Blessed with some success, so I'mma try my best to live my life right. When I see God, he'll be impressed.

I'm a big believer in the negligee, that nearly invisible screen standing between you and the object of your desire.

Paradigms are powerful because they create the lens through which we see the world.