as one grows older, one realizes how little one knows about any relationship, or even about oneself.
Maybe money is unreal for most of us, easier to give away than things we want.
Unjust. How many times I've used that word, scolded myself with it. All I mean by it now is that I don't have the final courage to say that I refuse to preside over violations against myself, and to hell with justice.
Statisticians do it with confidence, frequency and variation
I'm too old to recover, too narrow to forgive myself.
Success isn't everything but it makes a man stand straight.