The so-called film star's lot is an infantile and precarious one.

If one sits down and concentrates on imagining the worst possible surroundings for rehearsing a musical show, it's never as bad as the rehearsal rooms one actually lands in.

Am I incapable of living with the one sole guarantee, that I'm still here? Am I afraid of living because I fear death?

Try not to have idols: they are interchangeable and lead to a wantonness that is easily mistaken for love.

Prosperity's disciples build careful bastions against age and change.

If you have to make mistakes, make them good and big, don't be middling if you can help it.

I believe that the only possible reason for our being here is to serve in some form or another but that the form is not always readily found or recognized. And I've noticed that those who refuse to serve often wind up as slaves.