This circus that's advertised to show and furnish a little amusement for us heathens is owned by a woman, one whose pluck catches my sympathy every time.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
What a circus act we women perform every day of our lives. Look at us. We run a tightrope daily, balancing a pile of books on the head. Baby-carriage, parasol, kitchen chair, still under control. Steady now! This is not the life of simplicity but the life of multiplicity that the wise men warn us of.
A circus is like a mother in whom one can confide and who rewards and punishes.
In circuses, there is a lot of magic. Things become other things.
The circus itself is my personal ideal entertainment venue.
When I was a child, going to a circus with wild animal acts was a rite of passage. These days, it's an act of complicit cruelty.
I always liked circuses, so I would have enjoyed that.
I'm in the retail business, not the circus business.
Damn everything but the circus.
I'm a street photographer, but I'm interested in any ironic, whimsical images, and there's something very romantic about a circus.
When I was a kid I joined the circus. I did that. It is true. But it's not like you think. There was a guy, he had his own circus. His name was Carol Jacobs and he owned it. It was a small thing.