I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.
Nothing, at last, is sacred; but the integrity of your own mind.
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
From the age of six, I have known that I was sexy. And let me tell you it has been hell, sheer hell, waiting to do something about it.
The quality will remain when the price is forgotten.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.
We should manage our fortunes as we do our health – enjoy it when good, be patient when it is bad, and never apply violent remedies except in an extreme necessity.
Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be looking.