If you could eavesdrop on everything said about you, you'd spend most of your time waiting for the subject to come up.

The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.

Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother's glance.

Optimist: someone who isn't sure whether life is a tragedy or a comedy but is tickled silly just to be in the play.

One of the great logical puzzles is how a woman is always like her mother but never like her sister.

The lesson of Good Friday is to never lose hope — or at least give it 48 hours.

I don't hate anyone. The only people I know well enough to hate, I love.