“It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.”

If it’s so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.

They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people’s songs.

Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.

Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don’t love it sufficiently.

The whole wide world is a cathedral; I stand inside, the air is calm, And from afar at times there reaches My ear the echo of a psalm.

We must discover security within ourselves.

That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.

When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.

The unarmed power of naked truth.

The whole of life is symbolic because the whole of it has meaning.

An unshared happiness is not happiness.

The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.

Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.

As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.

Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.

Attempting to understand consciousness with your mind, is like trying to illuminate the sun with a candle.

Behold a candle, how it gives its light. It weeps its life away drop by drop in order to give forth its flame of light.

Do not become the candle that gives light to others but itself remains in darkness.

Girl, there ain’t a boy in this town who can hold a candle to Beau Vincent with his shirt off.

First lesson learned: Knowing doesn’t hold a candle to doing.

You meditate and you got the candles, you got the incense and you’ve been chanting, and all of a sudden you hear this voice: ‘Write this down’

I burned the candle at both ends and it often gave a lovely light.

In my dressing room, you’ll definitely find some Starbursts and Skittles. I have a lot of candles that remind me of home, and a humidifier for my voice. I also have some digital Kodak albums where I have pictures of my friends and family.