It requires self-esteem to receive-not self-love but just a pleasant acquaintance and liking for oneself.

It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me, that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to man.

Just set one day's work in front of the last day's work. That's the way it comes out. And that's the only way it does.

It was too nerve-wracking, a shocking spectacle, like seeing an old, calm friend go insane.

In Spanish there is a word for which I can't find a counterword in English. It is the verb VACILAR... It does not mean vacillating at all. If one is vacilando, he is going somewhere, but does not greatly care whether or not he gets there, although he has direction.

We have not known a single great scientist who could not discourse freely and interestingly with a child. Can it be that haters of clarity have nothing to say, have observed nothing, have no clear picture of even their own fields?

If we could learn even a little to like ourselves, maybe our cruelties and angers might melt away.