I like Paris. My problem is I don`t like Parisians.
The notion that the great artist requires a great patron has been around since the Pharaohs. That the born patron also needs an artist to patronize is a less-studied phenomenon.
Hair brings one’s self-image into focus; it is vanity’s proving ground. Hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices
The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.
Between the two poles of whole-truth and half-truth is slung the chancy hammock in which we all rock.
In a nation of celebrity worshipers, amid followers of the cult of personality, individual modesty becomes a heroic quality. I find heroism in the acceptance of anonymity, in the studied resistance to the normal American tropism toward the limelight.
The mark of a true crush. . . is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward.
The telephone book is full of facts, but it doesn't contain a single idea.
Let's start and build a House that works for the people, because this is the people's House.
Swing hard, in case they throw the ball where you're swinging.
I will have to forego the car and even the aeroplane when I move from place to place, for the crowds pressing around them will be too huge; I will have to move across the sky; yes, that too will happen, believe Me.