One's doing well if age improves even slightly one's capacity to hold on to that vital truism: "This too shall pass.

Our disrespect for thinking: someone sitting in a chair, gazing out of a window blankly, always described as 'doing nothing'.

Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.

Pegging your contentment to the overall state of the world rather than of your own life: the basis of morality, or a sort of madness?

I passionately believe that's it's not just what you say that counts, it's also how you say it - that the success of your argument critically depends on your manner of presenting it.

Forgiveness requires a sense that bad behaviour is a sign of suffering rather than malice.

We keep a special place in our hearts for people who refuse to be impressed by us.