Everything has got its right size. When it is its right size and well run it's the tops.

Your not reliable. You wouldn't be at all a comfortable sort of person to live with.

I learned ... that one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back - that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a one way street, isn't it?

From an early age I knew very strongly the lust to kill.

One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is, I think, to have a happy childhood.

She didn't give George any too easy a time when she was alive. She was one of those semi-invalids – I believe she had really something wrong with her, but whatever it was she played it for all it was worth. She was capricious, exacting, unreasonable. She complained from morning to night. George was expected to wait on her, hand and foot and everything he did was always wrong and he got cursed for it. Most men, I'm fully convinced, would have hit her with a hatchet long ago.

To win a war is as disasterous as to lose one.