Bridges are built by words, thoughts, feelings and deeds. Art and love bring them all together...
Anything difficult you do, anything thought to be impossible you achieved is always a great inspiration for the world!
The ink in your pen never reshapes your thoughts, you must replace the ink before the ink can be inked properly.
I always thought of myself as a kind of literary bureaucrat. And that was never going to be enough for me.
Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart.
Some artists want to confront. Some want to invoke thought. They're all necessary and they're all valid.
We were unusually brought up; there was no gender differentiation. I was never thought of as any less than my brother.
I grew up in Brownsville; most of the kids I grew up with went to jail, not Yale. If they had heard of Yale, they thought it was a lock to pick.
I think, typically, sci-fi can be a little bit grey and thought provoking. Sometimes it leaves you pondering certain questions and things.
A sincere call to the Almighty can change what you may have thought was impossible to change. Never lose hope.
When you create a soul, plant the seeds of love with your thoughts, words, and actions . The soul flourishes among the flow-ers of love.
Keep your heart clear And transparent, And you will Never be bound. A single disturbed thought Creates ten thousand distractions.
I thought Nixon was the worst President we had ever had, save only perhaps Andrew Johnson.
I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.
I thought I'd join the RAF and become a wing commander. I realised this wasn't possible, although I do have a pilot's licence.
I always thought, because America is supposed to be the land of the free, nudity would be part of the norm over there, but it isn't. It's surprising.
I thought maybe I'd be a farmer. That was another silly notion. I think I'd last about five minutes, being a farmer.
The locus of the human mystery is perception of this world. From it proceeds every thought, every art.
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.
I try not to pay any attention to clothes fascism and I'd rather be thought of as someone who has his own sense of style.
Drag your thoughts away from your troubles... by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it.