Great rogues hang the little ones.

The French are nice people. I allow them to sing and to write, and they allow me to do whatever I like.

Oh my poor soul, what is to become of you? - Where do you go?

In France a woman will not go to sleep until she has talked over affairs of state with her lover or her husband.

Although it may be unused, the front door continues to appeal to our sense arrival. Call it the ceremony of coming home.

I breathe slowly and deeply. I make my eyes still under eyelids, I make my mind still, and soon, Sleep, seeing a perfect reproduction of himself, comes to be united with his facsimile.

I wonder why it is that we are not all kinder to each other. ... How much the world needs it! How easily it is done!

Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it.

Get real. Life is heavy. It's difficult. It's complex...even for the wise.

Mistrust all men, and slay him whom thou mistrustest overmuch; and as for women, flee from them, for they are evil, and in the end will destroy thee.

My kids are the funniest two human beings there are.

I can’t imagine a passionate affair with a native man

Die! Die to the ego, die to your past, and you will be resurrected. That resurrection will make you go beyond death, beyond time, beyond misery.

It's fun being on a TV show and not having to wear heels.