Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger Across a crowded room.
The accomplice to the crime of corruption is frequently our own indifference.
I never like other people to clean for me. I don't want them to invade my own privacy.
You can't be beautiful and hate because hate is a corroding disease and affects the way you look. . . . You can't hide it - ever. It shows in your eyes. It warps your expression. It affects your character, your personality.
Everybody asks me, 'So, what are you doing now?' Why must I be doing something? All my life I've been doing something. All my life I've been doing. For now, I'm being -- being quiet, being grateful.
Even when I jog, I need a place to get to.
You've got to love people, places, ideas; you've got to live with mind, body, soul; you've got to be committed; there is no life on the side-lines.
This club needs an impetus of energy - but I just feel tired to be honest. I'm worn out.
You're familiar with the tragedies of antiquity, are you? The great homicidal classics?
Fine words lack all meaning when we are confronted by real suffering.
My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.