The typewriting machine when played with expression is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.

I wasn't a ballet baby. My first dance class was in an outdoor pavilion when I was three. It was called 'creative movement.' The teacher gave us chiffon scarves in beautiful colors. She turned on some music and said 'Now go dance.' So for me dance has always been about self-expression.

A little girl who finds a puzzle frustrating might ask her busy mother (or teacher) for help. The child gets one message if her mother expresses clear pleasure at the request and quite another if mommy responds with a curt 'Don't bother me - I've got important work to do.'

More negatives write than call. It's a cheap shot for me to go on the air with the critical letters or E-mail I get because the reaction of the listeners is always an instantaneous expression of sympathy for me and contempt for the poor critic.

I have to express sympathy from the bottom of my heart to those people who were taken as wartime comfort women. As a human being I would like to express my sympathies and also as prime minister of Japan I need to apologize to them.

In externals we advance with lightening express speed in modes of thought and sympathy we lumber on in stage-coach fashion.

Recognition of belligerency as an expression of sympathy is all very well.

I can hardly express in words my deep feeling and sympathy for them knowing as I do the many serious handicaps and obstacles that will confront them in almost every walk of life.

Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.

Success in any endeavor depends on the degree to which it is an expression of your true self.