Life is the only real counselor. Wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.

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.

Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.

It is unfair to blame man too fiercely for being pugnacious he learned the habit from Nature.

We are all born bonded to nature; that's why we put depictions of flowers and forests, rather than bulldozers or log piles, on our walls.

I always seemed to be in the right place at the wrong time.

I am the daughter of Mr. Neo-realism: I should gravitate towards narrative simply told, character, the truth. And I do love those movies.

I've wanted somehow to convey to you the sensations - the atmospheric pressure, you might say - of what it is to be seriously a long-term prisoner in an American prison.

Whenever I'm reading a book I enjoy, I always develop a mental list of the people I want to share it with.

As a comedian, I think you need to keep things real.

Your mood doesn't really matter. Some of the best creative work gets done on the days when you feel that everything you're doing is just plain junk.

If an industrialist can sell his products anywhere in India and the world, why should a farmer not be allowed to do so?