You end up as you deserve. In old age you must put up with the face, the friends, the health, and the children you have earned.

Living with golden fantasies of an endlessly nurtured infancy can be a neurotic refusal to grow up.

Our mother gives us our earliest lessons in love- and its partner, hate. Our father-our "second other"-elaborates on them.

Growing up means letting go of the dearest megalomaniacal dreams of our childhood. Growing up means knowing they can't be fulfilled. Growing up means gaining the wisdom and the skills to get what we want within the limitations imposed by reality - a reality which consists of diminished powers, restricted freedoms and, with the people we love, imperfect connections.

A normal adolescent is so restless and twitchy and awkward that he can mange to injure his knee--not playing soccer, not playing football--but by falling off his chair in the middle of French class.

Losing is the price we pay for living. It is also the source of much of our growth and gain.

Late birds get worms while early birds get tired.