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Work is creativity accompanied by the comforting realization that one is bringing forth something really good and necessary, with a conviction that a sudden, arbitrary cessation would cause a sensitive void, produce a loss.

How long can you be cute?

A woman may develop wrinkles and cellulite, lose her waistline, her bustline, her ability to bear a child, even her sense of humor, but none of that implies a loss of her sexuality, her femininity.

Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind and is as various as nature herself.

Neither woman nor man lives by work, or love, alone....The human self defines itself and grows through love AND work: All psychology before and after Freud boils down to that.

Beauty is the mark God sets on virtue: every natural action is graceful, every heroic act is also decent and causes the place and the bystanders to shine.

There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles...but there is one order of beauty which seems made to turn the heads not only of men, but of all intelligent mammals, even of women. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle and to engage in conscious mischief -- a beauty with which you can never be angry, but that you feel ready to crush for inability to comprehend the state of mind into which it throws you.

No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is why is it beautiful?

Duties are what make life most worth living. Lacking them, you are not necessary to anyone.

The measure of achievement is not winning awards. It's doing something that you appreciate, something you believe is worthwhile. I think of my strawberry souffle. I did that at least twenty-eight times before I finally conquered it.

All kinds of beauty don't inspire love; there is a kind that pleases only the sight, but does not captivate the affections.