There are three musts that hold us back: I must do well. You must treat me well. And the world must be easy.

I hope to die in the saddle seat.

As a result of my philosophy, I wasn't even upset about Hitler. I was willing to go to war to knock him off, but I didn't hate him. I hated what he was doing.

Is self-esteem a sickness? That's according to the way you define it. In the usual way it is defined by people and by psychologists, I'd say that it is probably the greatest emotional disturbance known to man and woman.

Humans can always accept themselves unconditionally.

I think it's unfair, but they have the right as fallible, screwed-up humans to be unfair; that's the human condition.

The art of love is largely the art of persistence.