One must not judge other cultures by the standars of one's one,' said Aunt Hilda

When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

And so they played some of the world's loveliest piano music - the exiled homesick girl, the humiliated, tired old man. Not properly. Better than that.

Loneliness had taught Harriet that there was always someone who understood - it was just so often that they were dead, and in a book.

To show too much joy in a place such as this would be unseemly but, as he padded toward her, his tail was extended in a manner which would make wagging possible should all go as expected.

Shadows are cool and peaceful places for those whose minds are overstocked with treasure.

I want to live like music sounds."- Ruth

The sisters worked from dawn to dusk. One of them was an idiot; she started shaving her legs and marrying tax inspectors, so she was no good.

She was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence...they don't talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good.

For an instant she felt his touch on her cheek then he stepped back. There that was my ration for all eternity. People have died for less I dare say.

But she had to know words. She had to know everything.

Curiosity is the beginning of all creativity.

I was an open, smiley and gregarious child. I could make friends in 30 seconds wherever I went.

I didn't practise it loads when I was at the academy in Spain, but when I got on the ATP Tour it's something I dedicated a lot of time to.

When I was in my twenties, it felt like I was riding wild horses, and I was hoping I didnt go over a cliff.

I love getting stuff, and if I give a present to someone and don't get one back, you can bet your life they won't be getting one next year.

Destiny smiles upon me but without making me the least bit happier.

Time to write and sing, to laugh, to listen, to discover, to cry, to love music.

A world without tomatoes is like a string quartet without violins.

Don't we all have moments we'd rather forget, and thoughts we wished never came to us? We say things too awful to remember.

The walls are raised against honest men in civic life.