We study biology, physics, movements of glaciers... Where are the classes on envy, feeling wronged, despair, bitterness.

We are all more intelligent than we are capable, and awareness of the insanity of love has never saved anyone from the disease.

Travel agents would be wiser to ask us what we hope to change about our lives rather than simply where we wish to go.

What we seek, at the deepest level, is inwardly to resemble, rather than physically to possess, the objects and places that touch us through their beauty.

Dreams reveal we never quite get 'over' anything: it's all still in there somewhere.

At the heart of every frustration lies a basic structure: the collision of a wish with an unyielding reality.

Our jobs make relentless calls on a narrow band of our faculties, reducing our chances of achieving rounded personalities and leaving us to suspect (often in the gathering darkness of a Sunday evening) that much of who we are, or could be, has gone unexplored.