A melancholy lesson of advancing years is the realisation that you can't make old friends.

No moral person would do such a thing unless they thought it was divinely warranted.

What is it you most dislike? Stupidity, especially in its nastiest forms of racism and superstition.

I'd like to prove to other people that it's not the end of everything to be diagnosed with cancer.

One can't indefinitely do for somebody what he is reluctant to do for himself.

If someone tells me that I've hurt their feelings I'm still waiting to hear what your point is.

Even with all the advantages of retrospect, and a lot of witnesses dead and gone, you can't make your life look as if you intended it or you were consistent. All you can show is how you dealt with various hands.