Our heads are round so thought can change direction.

Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live.

Only love can heal the wounds of the past.

"Enough" is a feast.

Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake.

The only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough.

Skill and confidence are an unconquered army.

Not failure, but low aim, is the crime. In great attempts it is glorious even to fail.

I never practice, I always play.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

I am all the things I have ever loved.