Sending Paris Hilton to jail for being the most loathed celeprosy lesion in the history of the species seems like a happening idea at first - forty-five days at Century Regional Detention Center is so the new thirty days at Promises Malibu! But it sets a dangerous precedent to jail celebs just because someone hates them.
I had a go at changing history - maybe not all by myself - I fought at the battle of Normandy I slogged through the Ardennes and I celebrated the liberation of Paris on the streets with beautiful French girls throwing flowers at me. I said good-bye to my first true love and discovered what I really wanted to do with my life.
I wouldn't attach too much importance to these student riots. I remember when I was a student at the Sorbonne in Paris I used to go out and riot occasionally.
I don't like Paris so much and it's only eight shows. I mean don't tell them that of course. But everyone always thinks they're so important. And I'm sure they are. But to me my happiness is more important.
It is work work that one delights in that is the surest guarantor of happiness. But even here it is a work that has to be earned by labor in one's earlier years. One should labor so hard in youth that everything one does subsequently is easy by comparison.
Happiness in the present is only shattered by comparison with the past.
Paris is always a good idea.
When good Americans die they go to Paris.
What I fell in love with as a child was 'My Fair Lady ' 'Funny Face ' 'American in Paris ' and 'Singin' in the Rain.' Just perfect movies to me and I was dancing. I started ballet when I was three. And I fell in love with those movies and fell in love with Audrey Hepburn and Leslie Caron.
It's funny. People often compare me to other humor essayists. They're usually quite nice comparisons I will accept those gladly. But I am always sort of appalled at the idea of being lumped with other more chick-y female writers. And the truth is probably that neither comparison is accurate.
I always find it kind of embarrassing kind of funny and kind of exciting. In New York I'm recognized a lot although nobody says anything. You know they stare at you just a second too long. But in Paris it's not as commonplace to be recognized.
Judgment traps you within the limitations of your comparisons. It inhibits freedom.
The Paris peace talks kept a roof over my head and food on the table and clothes on my back because if something was said going in or coming out I had the rent for the month.
There is no reasoning no process of inference or comparison there is no thinking about things no putting two and two together there are no ideas - the animal does not think of the box or of the food or of the act he is to perform.
Love is the total absence of fear. Love asks no questions. Its natural state is one of extension and expansion not comparison and measurement.
Jealousy is the fear of comparison.
I don't feel famous and I didn't want my autobiography to be like a Paris Hilton story.
The countries who do the best in international comparisons whether it's Finland or Japan Denmark or Singapore do well because they have professional teachers who are respected and they also have family and community which support learning.
Do I ever think Gossip will be really massive in America? No I don't think it'll happen - and that's fine. It's kind of nice because I get to experience everything at once. I get to come home and it not be weird like in Paris or something. It is nice to be completely anonymous.
The only relevant test of the validity of a hypothesis is comparison of prediction with experience.
The only book by a modern president that bears serious comparison with Obama's 'Dreams From My Father' is Jimmy Carter's short campaign autobiography 'Why Not the Best? ' published in 1975.
In Nicaragua liberty equality and the rule of law were the stuff of dreams. But in Paris I discovered the value of those words.
Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations reality is therefore abandoned.
We all dream we do not understand our dreams yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds strange at least by comparison with the logical purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.
Judgments value judgments concerning life for or against can in the last resort never be true: they possess value only as symptoms they come into consideration only as symptoms - in themselves such judgments are stupidities.