He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.

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.

One must undertake everything with utter, fanatical determination. Or one will get nowhere.

Media images are so important to young people feeling positive about themselves.

It's difficult to end with bangs if the judge takes away our ammunition.

Thirty-six satisfactory exposures on a roll means a photographer is not trying anything new

Most of the press is in league with government, or with the status quo.

What you mean by 'peace' is nothing more than the endless repetition of human folly.

A great revolution is never the fault of the people, but of the government.

Prejudice is the sole author of infamies: how many acts are so qualified by an opinion forged out of naught but prejudice!

My uncle killed by sniper in WW2. We were taught snipers were cowards. Will shoot u in the back. Snipers aren't heroes. And invaders r worse.

I was always in places where I was widely accepted, approved and loved and I was finally in a place where people did not approve of me, did not accept me and did not love me. It was killing me.