My advice for life: dance and sing your song while the party is still on.

Finding oneself and one's path is like waking up on a foggy day. Be patient, and presently the fog will clear and that which has always been there can be seen. The path is already there to follow

Wisdom is merely the movement from fighting life to embracing it.

Odd how we focus on studying wars at at school to form our 'education'. No wonder we know so little about making and forging peace as adults.

In life, one has a choice to take one of two paths: to wait for some special day-or to celebrate each special day.

Take a walk outside - it will serve you far more than pacing around in your mind.

It's not the world that needs to change - it's our consciousness we must raise

Know your magic, trust your magic, use your magic and know that you are a manifestation of life's magic.

Some strive to make themselves great. Others help others see and find their own greatness. It's the latter who really enrich the world we live in

It's not the depth of your intellect that will comfort you or transform your world. Only the richness of your heart and your generosity of spirit can do that

The best way to get something good out of what you're doing is to put something good into it.

Your greatest self has been waiting your whole life

Heshima hujengwa kwa hekima, haijengwi kwa misuli.

I wanted to reject it all because I was sick of being perfect. I was so bored with normality and dreams of poster boys and tabloid covers.

I would not have a career without Facebook and Twitter. That's the truth.

In New York, you've got Donald Trump, Woody Allen, a crack addict and a regular Joe, and they're all on the same subway car.

Every time we are confronted with a new revolution we take to the opium pipes of our own propaganda.

I learned from my mistakes, I was able to accept the things that were my fault and to be able to grow from that. You have to be able to see growth from your experiences and I've done that.

Didn't we, like our grandchildren, begin with a childhood we thought would never end? Now, all of a sudden, I'm older than my parents were when I thought they were old.

It's better to burn brightly for half as long than to be a dim lingering light.

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?