I never cease being dumbfounded by the unbelievable things people believe.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, please paint me the Gettysburg Address.

Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? Those who seek the folly of unrelieved 'happiness'-who fear moods, who shun solitude, who do not know the diginity of occasional depression-can find bliss easily enough: in tranquilizing pills, or in senility. The purpose of life is not to be happy.

Everyone, in some small sacred sanctuary of the self, is nuts.

Courage is the capacity to confront what can be imagined.

I came to believe it not true that "the coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave man only one." I think it is the other way around: It is the brave who die a thousand deaths. For it is imagination, and not just conscience, which doth make cowards of us all. Those who do not know fear are not truly brave.

Her cooking suggested she had attended the Cordon Noir.