Why, I can't help smiling at people, and speaking prettily to them. I know I'm no better than the rest of the world; but I can't help it if I'm pleasanter. It's constitutional.

When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach.

Surely a pretty woman never looks prettier than when making tea.

Phoebe Marks was a person who never lost her individuality. Silent and self-contained, she seemed to hold herself within herself, and take no colour from the outer world.

My intellect is a little way upon the wrong side of that narrow boundary-line between sanity and insanity.

Our virtues, as well as our vices, are often scourges for our own backs.

The strongest proof of repentance is the endeavor to atone.

Self-assertion may deceive the ignorant for a time; but when the noise dies away, we cut open the drum, and find it was emptiness that made the music.

Guilt soon learns to lie.

How chronic is the unconcern of men and women of the world!

Paris is a mighty schoolmaster, a grand enlightener of the provincial intellect.

The greatest gift you can open is your heart to someone in need.

When I was twelve, I started reading Eudora Welty, Thomas Wolfe, Flannery O'Connor, James Agee, and - do we dare breathe the name - William Faulkner.

No one lies so boldly as the man who is indignant.

One can't logically argue that because something highly improbable happens, some occult force had to make it happen that way.

It's the fans that need spring training. You gotta get them interested. Wake them up and let them know that their season is coming, the good times are gonna roll.

Parodies are hard to do well, as is shown by the mediocrity of so many recent attempts. No matter how ripe a genre is for satirizing, unless you know how to do it, there are no guarantees.

It seems that immigrants often have a special understanding of the incredible opportunities that this nation affords its citizens.

All over the walls of my room are pictures of Peter Pan. I've read everything that Barrie wrote. I totally identify with Peter Pan, the lost boy from Never Neverland.

We used to be hunter-gatherers, now we're shopper-borrowers.

The ancients recommended us to sacrifice to the Graces, but Milton sacrificed to the Devil.