whatever the uses of a room, they are seriously interfered with if it be not preserved as a world by itself.

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.

Being open is happiness and being closed is sadness. So free your mind from the prison of binding ideas and thoughts.

Sometimes we have to try on a few different personalities before we found ourselves.

Leaders unify nations by creating an external enemy, and nations make that dream comes true.

You can't be wishy-washy. That's the most boring thing in the world, to be a middle-of-the-road wet noodle. That's my greatest fear, to be like, "Oh, whatever." That's just not who I am.

In the places I go there are things that I see that I never could spell if I stopped with the Z.

Thirty-six satisfactory exposures on a roll means a photographer is not trying anything new

Keep doing what you've been doing and you will keep getting what you've been getting!

Concentrate . . . for the greatest achievements are reserved for the man of single aim, in whom no rival powers divide the empire of the soul.

Mistress, I have never asked anything of you in my servitude. But now, I beg you this: do not make me keep passing these adolescent sentiments back and forth all night.

Blest be the art that can immortalize.