I hope to die in the saddle seat.

Acceptance is not love. You love a person because he or she has lovable traits, but you accept everybody just because they're alive and human.

The art of love is largely the art of persistence.

And just as two wrongs don't make a right, rage against offenders is probably the worst way to try to correct them.

There are three musts that hold us back: "I must do well. You must treat me well. And the world must be easy." And I sometimes think that as long as we keep the second must, which is socially learned, then some screwballs 100 years from now will manufacture atomic bombs in their bathtub and maybe annihilate the whole human race because they demand that the rest of the world must agree with their dogmas. When we don't agree, they may zap us.

The world consists mainly of love slobs who need other people's approval. Most people don't live their own lives very well.

Much of what we call emotion is nothing more or less than a certain kind - a biased, prejudiced, or strongly evaluative kind - of thought.