For the first time I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea but I got lonely and restless.

Work apart from devotion or love of God is helpless and cannot stand alone.

I'm a teenager but I'm independent - I have my own apartment I have my own life. And I think I have learned more than any of those teenagers have in school. I learned to be responsible leaving my family and coming here alone.

Compassion alone stands apart from the continuous traffic between good and evil proceeding within us.

It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom whole worlds apart who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.

I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel.