Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.

Why not? After all, it belongs to him.

In Philadelphia, I inadvertently came upon an edition of Robert Ingersoll's Essays and Lectures. This was an exciting discovery; his atheism confirmed my own belief that the horrific cruelty of the Old Testament was degrading to the human spirit.

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is "AUTHENTICITY".

The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury.

We think too much and feel too little.

You have to believe in yourself. That's the secret.