I never ask myself how I do what I do. After all, how does it rain?

Fate carries its own clock.

Never, never rest contented with any circle of ideas, but always be certain that a wider one is still possible.

There's a period of life when we swallow a knowledge of ourselves and it becomes either good or sour inside.

A crown, if it hurts us, is not worth wearing.

The way we're going to get to understanding is for each man to open his heart and open his mind and look in himself as he looks at his neighbor.

I don't like to say that my kitchen is a religious place, but I would say that if I were a voodoo priestess, I would conduct my rituals there.