You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams.

Write. Write until it stops hurting.

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.

I have a prejudice against people with money. I have known so many, and none have escaped the corruption of power. In this I am a purist. I love people motivated by love and not by power. If you have money and power, and are motivated by love, you give it all away.

I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

Dreams are necessary to life.