Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.

Everyone wants a better life: very few of us want to be better people.

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

Cynics are - beneath it all - only idealists with awkwardly high standards.

The good parent: someone who doesn't mind, for a time, being hated by their children.

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

A good half of the art of living is resilience.