Failure assumes the world is black and white - no gray. I've come to find, it's all gray.
Manly men and womanly women are still here but feeling nervous.
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.
Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.
Faith moves mountains, but you have to keep pushing while you are praying.
Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.
You change people by delight, by pleasure.
Happy the poet who with ease can steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe. [Lat. , Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix legere Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au severe. ]
He is happy in his wisdom who has learned at another's expense.
I love all those stupid, cheesy chat-up lines like 'Did God take the stars out of the sky and put them into your eyes?' But I never get chatted up.