There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.

There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.

Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.