It's better to be born lucky than rich. If you're rich, you may lose your money, but if you're born lucky, you will always have more money.

Let me be candid, my party is full of racists

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

All artists are constantly looking for something and they don't always know what.

This is my genre...the happiness, tragedies, and the sorrows of mankind as realized in the teeming black ghetto.

And it is not necessary to have great things to do. I turn my little omelette in the pan for the love of God.

If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

I would describe my work as expressionist. The expressionist point of view is stressing your own feelings about something.

To worship God in truth is to recognize Him for being who He is, and to recognize ourselves for what we are.

If I don't have anything to do all day, I might not even put my pants on.

We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.

You can choose the quality and the type of reality you experience every day through your focus. What you focus on, you feel.

In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.

You are looking at the world from your window, that’s good, but there is something missing here, something very big: You must also look at your window from the world to see yourself!

Often it isn’t the initiating trauma that creates seemingly insurmountable pain, but the lack of support after.

May the God of your choice bless and keep you. I respect Him as long as He does not circumcise me anymore.

Life is a lie, and Love a cheat.

A man who can be entertaining for a full day will be in his grave by night-fall.

I think now we're seeing the pendulum switch back to this idea where conversations are more important, if not more important than documents.

You see with your eyes. This means you can be misled by charm, by outward appearance. By webs of glamour, by surface pretences. I do not see with my eyes. I see good and I see evil. Nothing else.

I have a need of silence and of stars. Too much is said too loudly. I am dazed. The silken sound of whirled infinity Is lost in voices shouting to be heard.