The truth is always a compound of two half- truths, and you never reach it, because there is always something more to say.

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.

The great thing about a computer notebook is that no matter how much you stuff into it, it doesn't get bigger or heavier.

Funny business, a woman's career: the things you drop on the way up the ladder so you can move faster. You forget you'll need them again when you get back to being a woman. It's one career all females have in common, whether we like it or not: being a woman. Sooner or later, we've got to work at it, no matter how many other careers we've had or wanted.

There is an applause superior to that of the multitudes: one's own.

It was enough to make a body ashamed of the human race.

I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.

They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.

Arguments are to be avoided; they are always vulgar and often convincing.

In all affairs it's a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted.

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He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.

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The art of dining well is no slight art, the pleasure not a slight pleasure.

The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want.

The only thing that saves us from the bureaucracy is inefficiency. An efficient bureaucracy is the greatest threat to liberty.

It is not much for its beauty that makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.

Having a holiday weekend without a family member felt like putting on a sweater that had an extra arm.