The hardest thing to learn in the game of love is when to fold a winning hand.

From an aunt, long ago: "Death has come for me many times but finds me always in my lovely garden and leaves me there, I think, as an excuse to return.

The road to success is wherever people need another road.

There are days when you need someone who just wants to be your sunshine and not the air you breathe.

The artist's talent sits uneasy as an object of public acclaim, having been so long an object of private despair.

A man finds love and is satisfied. A woman finds love and insists on turning it into happiness.

On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.