Graved inside of it, "Italy".

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

There is no substitute for books in the life of a child. (1952)

All mothers breed dead children.They shall, perhaps, live later.When no longer dead, they are bornNot—by coincidence, by choice.

I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.

The satisfaction of winning/being a winner, comes with the dissatisfaction of seing losers

Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.

The ultimate way to solve human problems is with nonviolence.

I do want to work on a larger scale with bigger budgets partially as a way to prove that women can do that, for sure. I definitely feel a bit of a responsibility to do that.

I started out old, but I have to say that I've been very lucky to work consistently since I started. I've really never been out of work.

Given the choice of living in Los Angeles or living in Sydney, I would choose Sydney.

When I was growing up, there were so many musicals you could watch. I like the fantasy of musicals and I love music.