Things go entirely differently from the way you planned them.

You cannot mix up sentiment and reason.

I suppose it is because nearly all children go to school nowadays and have things arranged for them that they seem so forlornly unable to produce their own ideas.

There are some people who don't conform to the signals. An ordinary well-regulated locomotive slows down or pulls up when it sees the red light hoisted against it. Perhaps I was born color blind. When I see the red signal -- I can't help forging ahead. And in the end, you know, that spells disaster.

Nothing, I believe, is so full of life under the microscope as a drop of water from a stagnant pool.

Bitterness leads nowhere. It turns back on itself. It is the eternal cul-de-sac.

A woman who doesn't lie is a woman without imagination and without sympathy.