If I were not a child with my parents, they would be more unloving toward me.

It will be a beautiful family talk, mean and worried and full of sorrow and spite and excitement.

I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?

Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.

It is better to be drunk with loss and to beat the ground, than to let the deeper things gradually escape.

Duty is seldom liked either by the doer or the object ... And why should it be? It is not often of advantage to either.

It is not for us to hold ourselves above the position of grateful people. We have to be able to accept. Anything else shows an unwillingness to grant someone else the superior place.