Sorrow makes for sincerity, I think.
I don’t want realism. I want magic!
Show me a person who hasn’t known any sorrow and I’ll show you a superficial.
Physical beauty is passing. A transitory possession. But beauty of the mind and richness of the spirit and tenderness of the heart – and I have all of those things – aren’t taken away, but grow! Increase with the years!
Oh, you can’t describe someone you’re in love with!
Men don’t want anything they get too easy. But on the other hand men lose interest quickly.
Luck is believing you’re lucky.
I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
I can’t stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.
Funerals are pretty compared to death. Funerals are quiet, but deaths – not always.
Don’t you just love these long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour – but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands – and who knows what to do with it?
Deliberate cruelty is not forgivable.
