For heaven's sake, don't write writing. Write reading!

A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.

There are those who'd rob a blind man of his eyelashes if they could.

It all depends on you. If you want it to be different,it will be different. Don't look at the world with your eyes but with your heart.

Let's agree then . . . if you're about to come to a conclusion, you'll head off in another direction. You might even find your own voice.

Now give me a kiss, say you love me and off you go." "Sure, Aunt Lu," I said, and I gave her the kiss she wanted. Then I ran out and caught my bus. I didn't say I loved her. I guess I did. But asking someone to say they love you--and she always asked--is like buying yourself a birthday present. It's more than likely exactly what you want. But it must make you feel awfully sad to get it.

The more men see of the world, the bigger their hearts