Jay Sebring cut my hair a couple of times.

She is pure Alice in Wonderland, and her appearance and demeanor are a nicely judged mix of the Red Queen and a Flamingo.

Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.

A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.

I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.

The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.

I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.

When you've got nowhere to turn, turn on the gas.

Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.

A man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.

It's kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious.

It is necessary for us to have an imperfect freedom so that we can give ... if we cannot give anything to God, we do not have a share in his Spirit, who by his very nature is Gift.

Begging would have been the best option if God had given talents to only a selected few. Fortunately, He gave us all our compactible gifts respectively, so it is an offence to be a chronic beggar.

A love of books, of holding a book, turning its pages, looking at its pictures, and living its fascinating stories goes hand-in-hand with a love of learning.

Though the rich of this earth find no difficulty in creating misery, they can't bear to see it.

I do not know when I am more perfectly happy than when I am weeping for sin at the foot of the cross.

The Iranians know they hold high cards because of oil.

If you will learn the seriousness of life, and its beauty also, live for your husband; make him happy.

Some people are so dry that you might soak them in a joke for a month and it would not get through their skins.

There's no doubt about it - gardeners are the only true artists these days.