It's funny how you can be mad at someone one moment and want to hug them the next.

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

war is a thug's game. The thug strikes first and harder. He doesn't go by rules and he isn't afraid of hurting people.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

But I want first of all- in fact, as an end to these other desires- to be at peace with myself.