My mother used to say, 'He who angers you, conquers you!' But my mother was a saint.

If someone angers you, they control you.

The record of one's life must needs prove more interesting to him who writes it than to him who reads what has been written.

Memories do not always behave in an orderly way, but bloom, as it were, erratically.

My mother used to say, 'He who angers you, conquers you!' But my mother was a saint.

His response was remarkable for its irrelevance, if for nothing else.

Fortunately, perhaps, I was completely ignorant of the orthodox theory of the disease polio-myelitis.