The cure for unhappiness...It's this: What a person needs is always more than they say.

There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.

It seems to me that you won't have had a proper series of adventures, unless you've gone through thick and thin.

Now give me a kiss, say you love me and off you go." "Sure, Aunt Lu," I said, and I gave her the kiss she wanted. Then I ran out and caught my bus. I didn't say I loved her. I guess I did. But asking someone to say they love you--and she always asked--is like buying yourself a birthday present. It's more than likely exactly what you want. But it must make you feel awfully sad to get it.

The more men see of the world, the bigger their hearts

The cure for unhappiness...It's this: What a person needs is always more than they say.

All I can think is that when you torment a person...the soul dies. When the soul dies, I suppose mercy dies, too.