Art is magic, not logic. This craze for the logical spirit in irrational shape is part of the present harmful mania for uniformity.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.

Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.

Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality.

I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.

Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation... they do not want to attract attention.

You are what you think. Before you succeed physically, it had been done mentally. The hometown of both victory and defeat is the mind of a person.

But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.

I'd be happy if I could think that the role of the library was sustained and even enhanced in the age of the computer.

I am partial to ladies if they are nice. I suppose it is my nature. I am not quite a gentleman but you would hardly notice it.

Smee! Raise the Ladies!

Though a lie be well drest, it is ever overcome. [Though a lie be well dressed, it is ever overcome.]

I don't view interviewing as much of a performance. My whole life is in essence a performance but singing and dancing for television is an entirely different thing.

In the current struggle, there is one positive course of action. There is no alternative, for the alternative would connote a rear march.

We can’t forget that I owe you my life.” She gazed at him. “We can’t forget that I belong to you.” “I like that sound of that,” Alexander said, hugging her tighter.

Necessity, that excellent master, hath taught me many things.