Take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees.

I sometimes think it's a mistake to have been happy when one was a child. One should always want to go on, not back.

Sometimes, I think, our impulses come not from the past, but from the future.

There are such people, unfortunates who have to be angry before they can feel alive. I had sometimes wondered if it were some old relic of pagan superstition, the fear of risking the jealousy and anger of the gods, that made such people afraid of even small happinesses. Or perhaps it was only that tragedy is more self-important than laughter.

The best way of forgetting how you think you feel is to concentrate on what you know you know.

It seems to me you can be awfully happy in this life if you stand aside and watch and mind your own business, and let other people do as they like about damaging themselves and one another. You go on kidding yourself that you're impartial and tolerant and all that, then all of a sudden you realize you're dead, and you've never been alive at all.

I can say 'reduce your stress level' until I'm blue in the face.