One learns in life to keep silent and draw one's own confusions.

Women keep a special corner of their hearts for sins they have never committed.

Women's virtue is man's greatest invention.

We all have our little illusions about our own mental abilities.

mosquitoes were using my ankles as filling stations.

There are compensations for growing older. One is the realization that to be sporting isn't at all necessary. It is a great relief to reach this stage of wisdom.

The reason for the scaffolding on the tower of Saint Germain-des-Près is that a rich American has purchased it and is having it crated for shipping.

Emily and I have now reached the time in life when not only do we lie about our ages, we forget what we've said they are.

... I have always fallen for ads. The sweetheart of J. Walter Thompson, I have a peasant-like belief in whatever miracle they profess to effect.

Tragedy can break the heart but not the dam of the tearducts while schmaltz can dissolve the most hardened sophisticate.

That amenity which the French have developed into a great art . . . conversation.

You can never truly become great if you do not discover your purpose in life.

A consistent doer who walks with faith has no reason to worry about the outcomes of the future.

When you recognize the many types of abundance in your life, more abundance will flow to you through all levels of your life and amongst all of the people in your life.

God created the universe in such a manner that all in common might derive their food from it, and that the Earth should also be a property common to all.

Sometimes,doing nothing is the best reaction.

It's just what people do when they're getting old, when they're sick of themselves and their life; they think of money and take care of themselves.

It's important to discuss ideas but it's more important to surrender control and preconceptions.

To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

There's thieves among us Painting the walls All kinds of lies , and lies I never told it all