By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

Envy is the ulcer of the soul.

When you're famous you kind of run into human nature in a raw kind of way. It stirs up envy, fame does.

Success makes so many people hate you. I wish it wasn't that way. It would be wonderful to enjoy success without seeing envy in the eyes of those around you.

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

Love gives beauty to everything it touches.