Dame Edna Everage

Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. (The conviction of the rich that the poor are happier is no more foolish than the conviction of the poor that the rich are.)

When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.

I love life, but not everything in it. I love people, but not all of them. I love myself, but not everything about me.

If I were required to guess off-hand, and without collusion with higher minds, what is the bottom cause of the amazing material and intellectual advancement of the last fifty years, I should guess that it was the modern-born and previously non-existent disposition on the part of men to believe that a new idea can have value.

From the day I arrived, California seemed like an enchanted land.

The difference between you and the person you envy, is that you settle for less.

Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.

Would you believe me if I said you were three shades short of all my favorite hues and that I’ve been trying for years to pick words from my garden throat in attempts to explain to you all the things I can’t explain. Or what if I said I have nothing to say other than I love you in the simplest of ways.

How many legs does a dog have, if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn’t make it a leg.

Love is kind, it’s clear. It’s effortless, and it’s irresistible.

And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.

Since the past is unreal and the future is unreal, all your thoughts are about nothing.

There is an interconnectedness among members that bonds the family, much like mountain climbers who rope themselves together when climbing a mountain, so that if someone should slip or need support, he’s held up by the others until he regains his footing.

The less you know, the more you believe.

The skill of writing is to create a context in which other people can think.