Madness comes from God, whereas sober sense is merely human.
Ballet's image of perfection is fashioned amid a milieu of wracked bodies, fevered imaginations, Balkan intrigue and sulfurous hatreds where anything is likely, and dancers know it.
Hair brings one’s self-image into focus; it is vanity’s proving ground. Hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices
The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.
Between the two poles of whole-truth and half-truth is slung the chancy hammock in which we all rock.
In a nation of celebrity worshipers, amid followers of the cult of personality, individual modesty becomes a heroic quality. I find heroism in the acceptance of anonymity, in the studied resistance to the normal American tropism toward the limelight.
The mark of a true crush. . . is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward.
We become obsessed with 'truth' when discussing statements, just as we become obsessed with 'freedom' when discussing conduct. . . Like freedom, truth is a bare minimum or an illusory ideal.
. . . politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred.
I think it might be better to have the President sort of like the King of England - or the Queen - and have the real business of the presidency conducted by. . . a city manager-type, a Prime Minister, somebody who's directly answerable to Congress, rather than a person who moves all his friends into the White House and does whatever he wants for four years.
The women I know with strong personalities, the ones who might have become generals or the heads of companies if they were men, become teachers. Teaching is a calling, too. And I've always thought that teachers in their way are holy-angles leading their flocks out of the darkness.