Francie, huddled with other children of her kind, learned more that first day than she realized. She learned of the class system of a great Democracy.

Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.

The world was hers for the reading.

From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.

She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.

Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?

It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.

They learned no compassion from their own anguish. Thus their suffering was wasted.

But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.

Everything, decided Francie after that first lecture, was vibrant with life and there was no death in chemistry. She was puzzled as to why learned people didn't adopt chemistry as a religion.

Nothing short of everything will really do.

I feel really lucky that, in my career, I've gotten a chance to explore a lot of different genres and kinds of films.

I didn't want people to say his brother Bing sings better than he does.

Unless it grows out of yourself no knowledge is really yours, it is only borrowed plumage.

We have the greatest negotiators in the world, we have the greatest business people in the world, we don't use them. We use political hacks. So we have a trade deficit of almost $800 billion.

What is Christian in art does not lie in the theme but in the spirit of it, in its wisdom and the understanding of reality it reflects.

A modern fleet of ships does not so much make use of the sea as exploit a highway.

Reason is nothing without imagination.

I'm not that clued up on the American sports yet, really.

No one's fingerprints are exactly the same as anyone else's.