If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.
I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.
We shall hurt others less. Isn't it, after all, what you always wanted?
Beauty (was)a gift which, in the eyes of New York, justified every success, and excused a certain number of failings.
Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.
Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care.