Critics? Don't talk to me of critics! You think some jackanapes journalist his soul eaten away by the maggots of jealousy and failure has anything worthwhile to say of art? I don't.

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.

Your mind while blessed with permanent memory is cursed with lousy recall. Written goals provide clarity. By documenting your dreams you must think about the process of achieving them.

Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.

The best morale exist when you never hear the word mentioned. When you hear a lot of talk about it it's usually lousy.

To talk about balance it's easier to talk about what's out of balance. And I think anytime that you have any disease and disease meaning lack of ease lack of flow... dis-ease. So any time there's disease you're out of balance whether it's jealousy anger greed anxiety fear.

I don't think that you can fake warmth. You can fake lust jealousy anger those are all quite easy. But actual genuine warmth? I don't think you can fake it.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me and sure enough I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy by suspicions and fear by burst of anger and quarrels.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

After all these years it's still amazing what Obama is allowed to get away with. He says low gas prices in 2009 were caused by a terrible economy but then claims that the lower number of illegal aliens crossing the border is because of his border policies not the same lousy economy.