One cannot fall in love, really; one has to be in love.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.

It takes a moment to tell someone you love them, but it takes a lifetime to prove it.

Love isn't something natural. Rather it requires discipline, concentration, patience, faith, and the overcoming of narcissism. It isn't a feeling, it is a practice.

Creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties.

Man's main task in life is to give birth to himself, to become what he potentially is. The most important product of his effort is his own personality.

The lust for power is not rooted in strength but in weakness.

The task we must set for ourselves is not to feel secure, but to be able to tolerate insecurity.

The scars left from the child's defeat in the fight against irrational authority are to be found at the bottom of every neurosis.

To love somebody is not just a strong feeling - it is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise.

Money is made only from time well converted.

Jazz does not belong to one race or culture, but is a gift that America has given the world.

Infinity is just zero spelled backwards.

Year by year we are learning that in this restless, strenuous American life of ours vacations are essential.

I learned by reading an awful lot and by writing a half a million words of stuff nobody would do anything with except wrap old fish.

I don't behave the way people necessarily want me to, but I tried behaving that other way for a short period of time and it didn't take.

I'm so uncoordinated, I can't really do that much, so my specialty is standing in one spot or holding on to something, like an exploding rocket or a jetski.

I would like to employ more people but I don't want to empower my charities at the cost of exploiting people or doing things that are not useful, so I'm working on that.

When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.