The more you claim your own destiny, the easier it will be to love unconditionally .

Basic human contact - the meeting of eyes, the exchanging of words - is to the psyche what oxygen is to the brain. If you're feeling abandoned by the world, interact with anyone you can.

Given the eclectic and constantly shifting nature of my metaphysical inclinations, I will probably never feel certain exactly what an angel is.

At times in my life, I have been utterly lonely. At other times, I've had disgusting infectious diseases. Try admitting these things in our culture.

If you're feeling abandoned by the world, interact with anyone you can.

Instead of fretting about getting everything done, why not simply accept that being alive means having things to do? Then drop into full engagement with whatever you're doing, and let the worry go.

Don't expect the future to look like the past. Clear away expectations, and let yourself picture a wild, grand new world.

Whether you've seen angels floating around your bedroom or just found a ray of hope at a lonely moment, choosing to believe that something unseen is caring for you can be a life-shifting exercise.

Although beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the feeling of being beautiful exists solely in the mind of the beheld.

Standards of beauty are arbitrary. Body shame exists only to the extent that our physiques don't match our own beliefs about how we should look.

Every day brings new choices.

Spontaneity is a meticulously prepared art

A billion here, a billion there, and pretty soon you're talking about real money.

Peace and security both in Europe and in the Pacific still depend on a balance of power.

There is no such thing as a little freedom. Either you are all free, or you are not free.

The affectation of sanctity is a blotch on the face of piety.

I have gotten used to working in the dark and I dig it.

DIY, cricket, automobile repair. I could study it for a lifetime and not produce a word on the carburettor.

I have a truly marvellous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain.

All in Dali is indeed contrived, a brilliant illustration of his own psyche as he understands it, as opposed to how it truly may have been.

She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.