I began researching natural healing, which is how I came to change my diet. Overnight, I gave up refined sugar, gluten, dairy, anything processed or refined, and meat.

I was really inspired by lots of people I came across who were managing various illnesses through diet and lifestyle. I kind of figured, you know, if it worked for them, then I might as well try it and see if it works. So I did.

I've always been pretty lucky with my skin. I did notice a big change when I changed my diet and started to eat more natural foods in that my skin just got clearer and brighter.

My problem with the word 'clean' is that it has become too complicated. It has become too loaded. When I first read the term, it meant natural, unprocessed. Now it doesn't mean that at all. It means diet. It means fad.

It's about making small changes at first and adding foods to your diet before you take any away; start with one extra vegetable or fruit at every meal, and hey, presto, that's 21 portions a week.

Eating a natural diet with loads of fresh fruit and veg and little processed food helps me manage the symptoms of my illness.

Before I changed my diet, every time I ate, my torso would feel burning hot, and the areas around my lymph nodes would really ache.

My whole thing isn't about being vegan, to be honest. It's more about a more natural diet.

When life gives you Monday, dip it in glitter and sparkle all day.

There's no such thing as 'bad' food or 'good' food.

The most important thing is to snack on things that are filled with real food and nourishing ingredients that will leave you feeling energised and happy.

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of 'Artist.'

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.

A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made - not to understand - but to feel - as crime.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

Today, Negroes play on every big league club and in every minor league. With millions of other Negroes in other walks of life, we are willing to stand up and be counted for what we believe in. In baseball or out, we are no longer willing to wait until Judgment Day for equality - we want it here on earth as well as in Heaven.

After two years at UCLA, I decided to leave. I was convinced that no amount of education would help a black man get a job.

I'm not concerned with your liking or disliking me... All I ask is that you respect me as a human being.

Many people resented my impatience and honesty, but I never cared about acceptance as much as I cared about respect.

I guess you'd call me an independent, since I've never identified myself with one party or another in politics. I always decide my vote by taking as careful a look as I can at the actual candidates and issues themselves, no matter what the party label.

When I am playing baseball, I give it all that I have on the ball field. When the ball game is over, I certainly don't take it home. My little girl who is sitting out there wouldn't know the difference between a third strike and a foul ball. We don't talk about baseball at home.

A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives.

The greatest sweetener of human life is Friendship. To raise this to the highest pitch of enjoyment, is a secret which but few discover.

If you wish to succeed in life, make perseverance your bosom friend, experience your wise counselor, caution your elder brother, and hope your guardian genius.

There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.

A woman seldom asks advice before she has bought her wedding clothes.

What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul.

True happiness arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one's self, and in the next, from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions.

A contented mind is the greatest blessing a man can enjoy in this world.

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

Suspicion is not less an enemy to virtue than to happiness; he that is already corrupt is naturally suspicious, and he that becomes suspicious will quickly be corrupt.

A cloudy day or a little sunshine have as great an influence on many constitutions as the most recent blessings or misfortunes.

Cheerfulness is the best promoter of health and is as friendly to the mind as to the body.