You can never betray the people who are dead, so you go on being a public Jew; the dead can't answer slurs, but I'm here. I would love to think that Jesus wants me for a sunbeam, but he doesn't.

Like many rich men, he thought in anecdotes; like many simple women, she thought in terms of biography.

And without understanding, could each properly love the other?

I am 46, and have been for some time past.

What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.

The lessons taught in great books are misleading. The commerce in life is rarely so simple and never so just.

You have no idea how promising the world begins to look once you have decided to have it all for yourself. And how much healthier your decisions are once they become entirely selfish.