The eyes are the windows of the soul.... If someone was to look into your eyes, what would you want them to see?

Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.

Before you can be anything, you have to be yourself. That's the hardest thing to find.

Whenever someone makes out a guest list, the people not on it become officially uninvited, and that makes them the enemies of the invited. Guest lists are just a way of choosing sides.

Because way down deep they know that civilized people have to preserve rare birds.

Indecisiveness wears a person out.

I am convinced that not only do children need children's books to fine-tune their brains, but our civilization needs them if we are not going to unplug ourselves from our collective past.

I'm not sure that love and like aren't like cats and dogs: One can't grow up to be the other, but they can be taught to live under the same roof.

It is sometimes necessary to use unnecessary words like thank you and please just to make life prettier.

Silence does for thinking what a suspension bridge does for space -- it makes connections.

Ninety percent of who you are is invisible." - Mrs. Zender

How small the cosmos (a kangaroo's pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words!

Veins of ivy scale stones, find footholds butthe caretaker cuts earth short, peels creepers from Cotswold rock and props the deadhead to head so they won’ttopple like drunkson their moss-soft shadows.

Nobody is afraid of the unknown, what you really fear is the loss of the known.

If you make things sound inoffensively obvious, then it is likely that no one will listen.

May the hair on your toes never fall out!

I find it very difficult to live through the censorship of profanity on television.

I know I am deathless…We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

That all depends on what "is" is.

A woman's life in the orchestra is not as long as a man's; she is just not as good at 60 as a man is at 60.