“Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.”

Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

I have an appetite for silence.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

The Soul selects her own Society.

But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

Judge tenderly of me.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed – ‘Consider the Lilies.

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

No one has been a greater advocate for the power of love in this world than I; both in my life and in my music.

I’ve been in love with audiences all my life, and I’ve tried to please. I hope I did.

I’m a work in progress, but if I know in my heart that I’m doing my best, that my heart’s in the right place, that I have unconditional love, I feel okay.

Soon the sun beams will smile through. Before you jump out of that bed, just know, the thought of you was the first thing that hit my head.

You are my lover, you’re my best friend. You’re in my soul.

I love photography and first editions. I have that in my genes. My father was an archivist.

The world is very lovely, and it’s very horrible–and it doesn’t care about your life or mine or anything else.