Anyone suffering Downton Abbey withdrawal symptoms will find an instant tonic.

In death, we are not defined by what we did or who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.

Men worry about childcare with their wallets, women feel it in their wombs.

I forget the derivation of Boxing Day, but the feeling of wanting to invite your loved ones outside one at a time and punch them in the face, does that come into it somewhere?

God probably thinks it’s worth giving a sense of humor only to those of us who have to laugh at all the rubbish bits that are wrong with us.

When you have kids, there's a tendency to put the marriage stew on the back burner and give it a quick stir now and then. But it's important to remember why you had children with this person.

Working mothers' laughter comes hardest when our double life is revealed for what it is: a juggling act in which the balls can drop at any time, invariably on our own head.

The best musicians answer something in you when you don't even know the question.

Death itself is too big to take in, she already sees that; the loss comes at you instead in an infinite number of small installments that can never be paid off.

The software program for motherhood is impossible to fully download into the male brain. You give them two tasks and they're like, 'I have to change the baby and get the dry cleaning?'

A mother of a one-year-old boy is a movie star in a world without critics.

Relationships keep us alive and our lives meaningful.

Hillary Clinton wants to be president, but she doesn't have the temperament or - as Bernie Sanders said very strongly - the judgment to be president. She does not have the judgment.

I think politics is everything.

In all of our deeds God looks at the intention, whether we do it for His sake, or for the sake of some other intention.

Words and deeds are far from being one. Much that is talked about is left undone.

Everybody believes in innovation until they see it. Then they think, 'Oh, no; that'll never work. It's too different.'

My father didn't think being an artist was a respectable or worthy goal for a man. He hoped I would see my way to more serious work and would find myself turning towards medicine, law, or business.

Dost thou wish to receive mercy? Show mercy to thy neighbor.

The night will close the door & fasten my anchor within the veil and I shall go away to sleep.

If there is any danger in the present weather, in the name of God, Monsieur, wait until spring