I grew up with J. Edgar Hoover. He was the G-man, a hero to everybody, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation was the big, feared organization. He was ahead of his time as far as building up forensic evidence and fingerprinting. But he took down a lot of innocent people, too.

The beauty in a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart; the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring and that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows and the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.

The life of inner peace, being harmonious and without stress, is the easiest type of existence.

I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.

In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being

The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.

We are equal. We both walk our two feet on the same earth. And we’re in this together.

You define beauty yourself, society doesn’t define your beauty.