I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.
I learned you can’t trust the judgment of good friends.
We read Robert Browning’s poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.
A politician should have three hats. One for throwing into the ring, one for talking through, and one for pulling rabbits out of if elected.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.
I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.
A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.
I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.
To be a good loser is to learn how to win.