You remember with what you are at the time you are remembering.

As you get older, you don't get wiser. You get irritable.

You have to be grown up, really grown up, not merely in years, to understand your parents.

It is my belief that children are full of understanding and know as much as and more than adults, until they are about seven, when they suddenly become stupid, like adults.

Time is the River on which the leaves of our thoughts are carried into oblivion.

If a fish is the movement of water embodied, given shape, then cat is a diagram and pattern of subtle air.

Once I read autobiography as what the writer thought about his or her life. Now I think, 'This is what they thought at that time'. An interim report - that is what an autobiography is.