At fifty the madwoman in the attic breaks loose, stomps down the stairs, and sets fire to the house. She won't be imprisoned anymore.

The Lives of Great Men are more oft' at variance with their profess'd Phillosophies than consistent with 'em.

If we are all made of God, it is our friends who remind us. We pass the gift of God to them. They pass it back to us when we need it most.

I've become more conservative about sex as I've gotten older.

As long as I'm facing the right direction, it doesn't matter the size of my steps.

Each artist or writer who works in Venice comes to believe that the city yields its most special secret to him or her alone.

Any system was a straightjacket if you insisted on adhering to it so totally and humorlessly.