The unexpectedness of life, waiting round every corner, catches even wise women unawares (...) To avoid corners altogether is, after all, to refuse to live.

There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do.

To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the most pleasant sensations in the world. You are surrounded by adventure.

Tolerance cannot afford to have anything to do with the fallacy that evil may convert itself to good.

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

The most ominous of fallacies - the belief that things can be kept static by inaction

The world has become too full of many things, an over furnished room.

You will, if you're wise and know the art of travel, let yourself go on the stream of the unknown and accept whatever comes in the spirit in which the gods may offer it.

This is one of the charms of the desert, that removing as it does nearly all the accessories of life, we see the thin thread of necessities on which our human existence is suspended.

The art of advertising - untruthfulness combined with repetition.

The true fruit of travel is perhaps the feeling of being nearly everywhere at home.

I propose changing fear for hope. I propose changing Mexico.

Personal growth is not a matter of learning new information but of unlearning old limits.

The biggest adjustment from the minors was learning to spend $45 in meal money.

I would say to women, always question what you're empowering yourself for and what are you claiming power for.

I don't really think of time off as writing blocks. I think that's a western notion of demonizing inactivity. When your imagination decides it needs to take a nap. maybe that's what it needs to do.

I do love acting. But to work as a photojournalist would have been extraordinary.

Fill yourself with the power of wisdom and enlightenment.

We only exist in terms of how we think we exist. Meaning every cultural development is fabricated and can be fabricated.

For as well as I have loved thee heretofore, mine heart will not serve now to see thee; for through thee and me is the flower of kings and knights destroyed.

Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.