The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

The night is still waiting.

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

Life eats life to live.

Death swallows death.

My point, continued Rhy, is for every ten that worship you, one wants to see you burn. Those are simply the odds when it comes to people like you and I.

Fear is the condom of life. It doesn't allow you to enjoy things.

Is there such a thing as a technically perfect swing? If there is, I have yet to see it.

The New York Times has had fake stories. CBS has had fake stories. And now Newsweek had a fake story. You realize the only one that hasn't had to print a retraction is the National Inquirer

[On her husband:] The other day he woke up with a headache. I felt sorry for him. I would like to help him but I can't. I told him so many times. When he jumps out of bed - it should be feet first.

What transpires for the least significant member transpires at once for the whole.

I try to always stretch myself to fit the characters that have been presented.

We have to end the capitalist system. We have to make love our value. You are rich when you love and you are rich when you are giving away your time and what you have to help other people.

The difference between a beautifully made failure and a beautifully made hit is who you've got playing the leads.

The reflections on a day well spent furnish us with joys more pleasing than ten thousand triumphs.