Temptations make one very censorious. If you are virtuous you condemn the wicked and if you are wicked, you condemn the virtuous.

We learn nothing by being right.

To others we are not ourselves but a performer in their lives cast for a part we do not even know that we are playing.

Friendship is a difficult, dangerous job. It is also (though we rarely admit it) extremely exhausting.

Talk about the joys of the unexpected, can they compare with the joys of the expected, of finding everything delightfully and completely what you knew it was going to be?

You don't have to signal a social conscience by looking like a frump. Lace knickers won't hasten the holocaust, you can ban the bomb in a feather boa just as well as without, and a mild interest in the length of hemlines doesn't necessarily disqualify you from reading Das Kapital and agreeing with every word.

Reticences are as revealing as avowals.