How wonderful are the women and men in the world who feed us. Especially those who feed us with no salary. The mothers—I thought. The wives.
I think the reason that very few people really fall in love with anyone is that they're not willing to pay the price.
As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
If you survive long enough, you're revered - rather like an old building.
The time to make up your mind about people is never.
If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.