Alas, how wretched is the being who depends on the stability of public favour!

Sorry am I to say, I have often observed that I have performed worst when I most ardently wished to do better than ever.

. . . I believe one half of the world is born for the convenience of the other half . . .

. . . I know, by sad experience, with what difficulty a mind, weakened by long and uninterrupted suffering, admits hope, much less assurance.

I pant for retirement and leisure, but am doomed to inexpressible and almost unsupportable hurry.

Inner joy enables you to choose to look beyond your pain and make your praise a sacrifice to God.

Around the Godde there forms a Shelle of prayers and Ceremonies and Buildings and Priestes and Authority, until at Last the Godde Dies. Ande this maye notte be noticed.

I am an agnostic on most matters of faith, but on the subject of maps I have always been a true believer. It is on the map, therefore it is, and I am.

Prayer is an acknowledgement of your dependence on God and His direction for your life.

Experience is the best teacher of all. And for that, there are no guarantees that one will become an artist. Only the journey matters.

Captain and coach must be seen to be banging the same drum.

[T]he progress of civilization corresponds with the spread of general nausea.

When a colleague of mine had a notable New York Times book, I said, turn one of the chapters in the collection into a pitch for a novel and sell it to your publisher.

The question was asked, how can you be a mother and a congresswoman? I said, I have a brain, I have a uterus and they both work.

It was the same thing in the army, no respect. They gave me a uniform that glowed in the dark.