Where have all the flowers gone.
Logic is the key to an all-inclusive spiritual well-being.
I was raised almost entirely on turnips and potatoes, but I think that the turnips had more to do with the effect than the potatoes.
I never ever took my career seriously.
I have been photographed to death.
Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
Your daughter is your child for life.
Latins are tenderly enthusiastic. In Brazil they throw flowers at you. In Argentina they throw themselves.
Seeing twilight fall should be prescribed by doctors.
I, personally, liked the legend.
Timing: The alpha and omega of aerialists, jugglers, actors, diplomats, publicists, generals, prizefighters, revolutionists, financiers, dictators, lovers.
Love affairs are the real only education in life.
A country without bordellos is like a house without bathrooms.
I do not think we have a “right” to happiness. If happiness happens, say thanks.
The air and the sky seem to have been freshly washed and polished, and the people too.
Soft drinks: The gooey, bubbly sea drowning our American children.
Habit: Often mistaken for love.
How do you know love is gone? If you said that you would be there at seven and you get there by nine, and he or she has not called the police yet – it’s gone.
I had no desire to be an film actress, to always play somebody else, to be always beautiful with somebody constantly straightening out your every eyelash. It was always a big bother to me.
The tears I have cried over Germany have dried. I have washed my face.
Soup not only warms you and is easy to swallow and to digest, it also creates the illusion in the back of your mind that Mother is there.