Like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colors are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content.
The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire for things beyond your reach.
All women's dresses are merely variations on the eternal struggle between the admitted desire to dress and the unadmitted desire to undress.
If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner, you have learned how to live.
Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother.
Peace of mind is that mental condition in which you have accepted the worst.
Society can exist only on the basis that there is some amount of polished lying and that no one says exactly as he thinks.
Today we are afraid of simple words like goodness and mercy and kindness. We don't believe in the good old words because we don't believe in good old values anymore. And that's why the world is sick.