Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.

An education is like a crumbling building that needs constant upkeep with repairs and additions.

It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that you think you are beautiful.

We ought to be opening a bottle of wine!

Charity, till then, had been conscious only of a vague self-disgust and a frightening physical distress; now, of a sudden, there came to her the grave surprise of motherhood.

To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.

One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.