Beauty (was)a gift which, in the eyes of New York, justified every success, and excused a certain number of failings.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it.

The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.

To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.

One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.

If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.

Some people are good only because they are afraid of punishment. These justify why we need government

The presidency is temporary-but the family is permanent.

I realized what interested me as a student of film was one thing and the movies that I liked were another.

I sometimes think it ironic for an ex-seaman, longshoreman, truck driver, policeman, bus driver, etc... to find success writing children's novels.

But India did not pass me by without a trace: it left tracks which lead me from one infinity to another infinity.

Never give up on a good thing, never give up, never give up!

I'm petrified of bees because I have an anaphylactic reaction to bees.

Ah, there’s the governess voice. All stern and disapproving. It makes me feel like a naughty schoolboy.

There is a place in God's sun for the youth "farthest down" who has the vision, the determination, and the courage to reach it.

God judges a tree by its fruits and not by its roots.