The birth of love is always accompanied by the idea of solitude. A single being appears, and the rest of the world grows empty.

One should make one's life a mosaic. Let the general design be good, the colors lively, and the materials diversified.

there are no nationalities in heaven.

that sunlight of the dead which is called literature.

Words express only the feelings we know already.

marriage was a calamity, but it was not an occupation.

Children never grow tired; their likes and dislikes are constant; let them laugh at something once and they laugh always; do what you will, they are sure to say, 'Do it again!

... love always betrays its intentions.

those two wholesome defects of the French people, malice and curiosity, both of which are essential to its greatness.

history ... a sort of immortality turned upside down. Her life stretched backwards through ten centuries.

The affairs of the royal house form a subject of conversation for those who, as a rule, would have no conversation.

People who make mistakes are in the best position to make better choices.

It requires more strength to be gentle, so it's the everyday encounters of life that I think we've prepared children for and prepared them to be good to other people and to consider other people.

I think I deliberately sold out a couple of times. I picked the songs that I thought would do well in the marketplace, even though I didn't really love the song.

It is also one of the pleasures of oral biography, in that the reader, rather than editor, is jury.

Science fiction shows are traditionally about the gimmick or the gadget and tend to be emotionally cool to the touch.

Nonviolence is not merely a personal virtue. It is also a social virtue to be cultivated like other virtues.

My mother put me on birth control as soon as I told her I wanted to go on it. I was 16. I was very young.

The sharing of food is like breaking bread, it's very symbolic.

There are more words in the IRS code than there are in the Bible. And not a one of them is as good.

Macbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't?