“At least my cage is filled with light.”

Shit on the ground pretty much sums it up.

We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars.

An image can convince you of anything.

I’d like to walk around in your mind someday.

Best not to know what’s waiting around the corner.

Life is a battle so we dance.

The world is hard because people are soft.

Pride is the devil.

Not everyone is coming to the future.

I always thought I should be treated like a star.

My heart is full of love but please don’t get in my way.

I’m tough, I’m ambitious, and I know exactly what I want. If that makes me a bitch, okay.

I know what I am and I know what I am not.

I laugh at myself.

It doesn’t matter what it looked like. What matters is the truth.

Don’t just stand there let’s get to it. Strike a pose, there’s nothing to it.

Be patient with yourself. Be gentle with yourself. Know that all things are working in your favor. If you take one step toward the light of Spirit, Spirit will take five steps on your behalf.

I don’t want to take anything to the grave. I want to die used up and emptied out. I don’t want to carry around anything I don’t have to. I want to travel light.

The great extension of our experience in recent years has brought light to the insufficiency of our simple mechanical conceptions and, as a consequence, has shaken the foundation on which the customary interpretation of observation was based.

Everyone claims they want the truth. Just not in all her bright entirety. We’d rather she visit in dim shades of light, that won’t hurt our eyes.

When the contrary magnetic poles were on the same side, there was an effect produced on the polarized ray, and thus magnetic force and light were proved to have relation to each other.

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

I happen to have discovered a direct relation between magnetism and light, also electricity and light, and the field it opens is so large and I think rich.

Light at the end of the tunnel? We don’t even have a tunnel; we don’t even know where the tunnel is.