“Never regret anything that makes you smile.”

To be happy – that’s all that matters.

Who thinks you’re as fantastic as your dog does?

Anyone who does not believe in miracles is not a realist.

My greatest victory has been to be able to live with myself, to accept my shortcomings. I’m a long way from the human being I’d liked to be, but I’ve decided I’m not so bad after all.

Life is a party. Dress for it.

If I blow my nose, it gets written all over the world.

There is a science of war, but how strange that there isn’t a science of peace. There are colleges of war; why can’t we study peace?

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

Whatever you love most, you fear you might lose, you know it can change. Why do you look from left to right when you cross the street? Because you don’t want to get run over. But, you still cross the street.

Make-up can only make you look pretty on the outside but it doesn’t help if your ugly on the inside. Unless you eat the make-up.

Is there anything more important than a child?

I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipsitck.

And I think that’s what life is all about, actually, about children and flowers.

I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that’s when I think life is over.

Why change? Everyone has his own style. When you have found it, you should stick to it.

Making others happy, through kindness of speech and sincerity of right advice, is a sign of true greatness. To hurt another soul by sarcastic words, looks, or suggestions, is despicable.

The happiness of one’s own heart alone cannot satisfy the soul; one must try to include, as necessary to one’s own happiness, the happiness of others.

The cause of most of man’s unhappiness is sacrificing what he wants most for what he wants now.

You have to be willing to get happy about nothing.

Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.

Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one’s own pleasure is shared.

It’s important I surround myself with people who make me happy.