“Cold sober, I find myself absolutely fascinating.”

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

Our Constitution was not intended to be used by … any group to foist its personal religious beliefs on the rest of us.

The only time I am ever miserable is when I do something just for the money.

I wear my sort of clothes to save me the trouble of deciding which clothes to wear.

Love fattens on smooth words.

You learn in life that the only person you can really correct and change is yourself.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only what you are expecting to give — which is everything. What you will receive in return varies. But it really has no connection with what you give. You give because you love and cannot help giving.

A boy sows a wild oat or two, the world winks. A girl does the same — scandal.

I was brought up by two extremely intelligent people who gave me the greatest gift that man can give anyone, and that is freedom from fear.

I’ve always thought men and women are not too well suited to each other. It’s inevitable that they should come together, but, again, how well suited are they to live together in the same house?

The notion that work is a burden is a terrible mistake. Working and facing up to one’s responsibilities: That’s happiness.

You are the only person you can actually change.

All my life, I’ve stayed at parties too long because I didn’t know when to go.

If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased.

It is the plain women who know about love; the beautiful women are too busy being fascinating.

I realised long ago that skirts are hopeless. Anytime I hear a man say he prefers a woman in a skirt, I say, ‘Try one. Try a skirt.’

The hottest love has the coldest end.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

Seasons change and our love went cold.

We’ll walk this road together, through the storm. Whatever weather, cold or warm.

Damn, cold world. I never thought I’d see the day that you’re my old girl.

Sometimes we choose to be cold, to act cold.

Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold and hungry and weary.

Pride costs us more than hunger, thirst and cold.