“We are all ONE, no matter in what form, space or time. As ONE we can change the world if we start changing ourselves.”

Those that expose themselves as knowing the truth, lose the battle of innocence and humility and eventually pull a trigger at the universe. Wisdom chooses the unknown to be its reason.

During a race where everyone holds their own truth, the finish line is a surprise.

I define spirituality as a search for love, beauty, happiness and wisdom.

Before pride waves a white flag, it waves all other colors.

I believe that children may enter these divine portals easier, because they are seeking for answers in the purest way.

Hallucination is a raw climb to a dead end.

So much time is spent on belief. So little time is spent on love!

Past is deaf. Future is mute. Present is blind.

I have been blessed by God. And if I’m blessed, there is one reason and one reason only, and that is to help others.

When we feel sad, all we need to do is to count our blessings, no matter how few we notice.

Spirituality is a journey that we never finish.

Infinity imagines curiosity from the wild abyss – Only the child makes a swing-set view of the worlds upside down.

Everyone has a watched life. Everyone is both the observer and the observed.

To have a future we have to live and leave the present.

With so many scientific achievements we know so little of where we came from and where we are going. But we know even less of the most important discovery of all.

Indifference is a quarantined difference.

Friendship is that virtue by which spirits are bound by ties of love and sweetness and out of many are made one.

This is one of the ways in which women’s work and thinking has been made to seem sporadic, errant, orphaned of any tradition of its own.

I’ve learned one important lesson in my life, and I’m going to share it with you.

Ay Dad, brush my hair one time. Hey pops! Come brush my hair.

OK, Supergirl is number one. Maybe I could be Supergirl on Broadway That would be perfect.

I would like just one time to be on the cover of Italian Vogue.

No one is so poor that they cannot give, and no one is so rich that they cannot receive.

Why are women always the ones who have to forgive?