If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well.

Happiness is the sublime moment when you get out of your corsets at night.

ideas are never scarce; it is only one's panic sense of limitation that blocks the way.

I have come to believe that giving and receiving are really the same. Giving and receiving - not giving and taking

Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily disguised as Chaos.

We can never lose anything that is good, never lose love or the memories of great happiness because they are true.

I don't like those chiffon nighties ... they show your vest.