When I became political and Communist, it was because they were the only people I had ever met who fought the color bar in their lives.

We use our parents like recurring dreams, to be entered into when needed.

A simple grateful thought turned heavenwards is the most perfect prayer.

Whatever you're meant to do, do it now. The conditions are always impossible.

If a fish is the movement of water embodied, given shape, then cat is a diagram and pattern of subtle air.

Every child has the capacity to be everything.

Any human anywhere will blossom in a hundred unexpected talents and capacities simply by being given the opportunity to do so.

What's terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don't need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.

Things are not quite so simple always as black and white.

You have to be grown up, really grown up, not merely in years, to understand your parents.

There is nothing more boring for an intelligent woman than to spend endless amounts of time with small children.

I want to love like a rain drop loves the earth.

Your outcome is not necessarily decided by your income, but by your outlook. To improve your out look, look inwards.

I have made the choices that work best for me. I know I cannot please everyone, and that's fine.

Moral progress is a process of isolation; the mountain tops are lonely.

A text conversation is a short exchange of often grossly truncated language that corresponds to a thought made all the more shallow by the process.

I live and work alone and travel light, relying largely on my memory and making a point of letting #‎ intuition guide my way.

We all present a version of ourselves whether you've got a puppet on your hand or not. To actually be very real out there in a public way, why?

Teaching has never been far from my life. It's the most natural thing I do. Apparently, as I said, I cannot not do it.

He that does good to another does good also to himself, not only in the consequence but in the very act. For the consciousness of well-doing is in itself ample reward.

As soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.