Whoever embarks with women embarks with a storm; but they are themselves the safety boats.

Always have old memories, and young hopes.

There are two persons in the world we never see as they are,--one's self and one's other self.

Women of forty always fancy they have found the Fountain of Youth, and that they remain young in the midst of the ruins of their day.

Genius has its fatality. Must we not see in its works a manifestation of the will of Providence?

The graves of those we have loved and lost distress and console as.

Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.

The heart is always young only in the recollection of those whom it has loved in youth.

Happiness is always the inaccessible castle which sinks in ruin when we set foot on it.

The Parisienne is not in fashion, she is fashion.

Have you not sometimes seen happiness? Yes, the happiness of others.

Nevertheless, likin' is a tender plant, and never thrives long when watered with tears. Let the 'arth around your married happiness be moistened by the dews of kindness.

I think what's important is to give space to the range of human experience.

A glass of whisky in Scotland in the thirties cost less than a cup of tea.

Secret to what?" "Secret to shutting you up," he said. "I just have to beat you till you're half-dead, then give you chicken soup and"--he raised his hands--"blessed silence.

Superstition is rooted in a much deeper and more sensitive layer of the psyche than skepticism.

If you double count some votes, that makes other votes disenfranchised.

Every movie that I've done, they don't stand independently from one another because a little bit of me is in every single one of those, and it's part of my own personal growth.

The right to life is the first among human rights.

That's what's nice about playing festivals, too. You're on this huge, enormous stage and you've got 200,000 watts of power blowing your guitars all over the place. It sounds good.

It's always so early in here, before the crossroads, before the irrevocable choices. Thank you for this life! Still I miss the alternatives. The sketches, all of them, want to become real.