How In The End Can One Possibly

It Was Then That My Religious Consciousness Emerged To Flower Years Afterward Into Definite Forms Of Religious Dancing In Which There Is No Sense Of Division Between Spirit And Flesh, Religion And Art.

When You Are Fifty, You're Neither Young Nor Old; You're Just Uninteresting. When You Are Sixty, And Still Dancing, You Become Something Of A Curiosity. And Boy! If You Hit Seventy, And Can Still Get A Foot Off The Ground, You're Phenomenal!

I Believe That My Whole Creative Life Stemmed From This Magic Hour Under The Stars On That Hilltop.

I Have The Financial Morals Of A Goldfish, I Can Resist Everything But Temptation.

We Should Realize In A Vivid And Revolutionary Sense That We Are Not In Our Bodies But Our Bodies Are In Us.