You think your pains and heartbreaks are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. [and then you discover that others have suffered much more than you and your problems look good in comparison]

I was guilty and irritated and full of love and pain. I wanted to kick him and I wanted to take him in my arms.

The purpose of art is to lay bare the questions that have been hidden by the answers.

We have all had the experience of finding that our reactions and perhaps even our deeds have denied beliefs we thought were ours.

Perhaps, as we say in America, I wanted to find myself. This is an interesting phrase, not current as far as I know in the language of any other people, which certainly does not mean what it says but betrays a nagging suspicion that something has been misplaced. I think now that if I had any intimation that the self I was going to find would turn out to be only the same self from which I had spent so much time in flight, I would have stayed at home.

Hatred destroys the person who hates.

Fires can't be made with dead embers, nor can enthusiasm be stirred by spiritless men. Enthusiasm in our daily work lightens effort and turns even labor into pleasant tasks.