I do not find illness an eminence, and I do not understand how people can use it to draw attention to themselves since the attention they draw is nearly always reluctantly given and unpleasantly carried out.

A funeral isn't for the dead. You'll simply be a stage set for a kind of festival maybe. And besides, you won't even be there.

Father and son are natural enemies and each is happier and more secure in keeping it that way.

You can't slice up morals.

People need responsibility. They resist assuming it, but they cannot get along without it.

I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.

A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.