The sanctity of human life means nothing when that life is not serving society.

There is no one so cruel as those closest to you.

Beauty is defined not by our physical appearance but who we choose to be.

We are slipping back from the age of reason into the mire of mystery, into a world of gods and devils, ghouls and angels. The difference this time is that we have chosen ignorance over knowledge, vapidity over insight, folly over realism. Consequently, we only have ourselves to blame when the rich and powerful take advantage of us.

Power is given, not taken.

The most interesting people to listen to are those who do not wish to speak.

Pain is selfish.

Doubt is a thief of the soul.

One of the things that we admire about porcelain is its delicate fragility. We should learn to appreciate the same in people.

Surely our greatest and most long-lasting relationship is with ourselves.

Every action is a performance.