You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

I must hold in balance the sense of the futility of effort and the sense of the necessity to struggle; the conviction of the inevitability of failure and still the determination to 'succeed'-and, more than these, the contradiction between the dead hand of the past and the high intentions of the future. If I could do this through the common ills-domestic, professional and personal-then the ego would continue as an arrow shot from nothingness to nothingness with such force that only gravity would bring it to earth at last.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word.

Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.

I am a woman and my business is to hold things together. My business is to tear them apart.

The idea that to make a man work you've got to hold gold in front of his eyes is a growth, not an axiom. We've done that for so long that we've forgotten there's any other way.