Human Beings Are Like Timid Punctuation Marks

Each Day The Worst Of Our Faults, Our Deficiencies, Our Crimes, The Truth Of Our Lives, Is Stifled Under A Triple Layer Of Forgetfulness, Death And The Ordinary Course Of Justice.

I Have Been A Woman For Fifty Years, And I've Never Yet Been Able To Discover Precisely What It Is I Am.

The Innocent One Is He Who Does Not Explain, For Whom Life Is Both A Mystery And A Total Light, One Who Does Not Complain... For Innocence Admits Of Neither Regret Nor Dispute. The Innocent One Assumes All Responsibility.

The Secret Of Success Is Sincerity. Once You Can Fake That, You've Got It Made.

Is A Park Any Better Than A Coal Mine? What's A Mountain Got That A Slag Pile Hasn't? What Would You Rather Have In Your Garden--an Almond Tree Or An Oil Well?