I've always noticed that if you speak the truth in a rather silly way nobody believes you.

I don't know. I don't know at all. And that's what's frightening the life out of me. To have no idea.

Wonderful things, horses. Never know what they will do, or won't do.

It is the brain, the little gray cells on which one must rely. One must seek the truth within--not without." ~ Poirot

I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming... suddenly you find - at the age of 50, say - that a whole new life has opened before you.

What an absurdity to go and bury oneself in South America, where they are always having revolutions.

An appreciative listener is always stimulating.