I am a Woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal Woman, that's me.

Love liberates. It doesn't just hold, that's ego. Love liberates.

I suggest that the great art belongs to all people, all the time--that indeed it is made for the people, by the people, to the people.

We all have that possibility, that potential and that promise of seeing beyond the seeming.

I would be a liar, a hypocrite, or a fool - and I'm not any of those - to say that I don't write for the reader. I do. But for the reader who hears, who really will work at it, going behind what I seem to say. So I write for myself and that reader who will pay the dues.

Living well is an art that can be developed.

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.