In the race for money some men may come first, but man comes last.

Women are repeatedly accused of taking things personally. I cannot see any other honest way of taking them.

In our society those who are in reality superior in intelligence can be accepted by their fellows only if they pretend they are not.

Artists never make wars. They are too busy making life out of the matter of their visions.

All wars derive from lack of empathy: the incapacity of one to understand and accept the likeness or difference of another. Whether in nations or the encounters of race and sex, competition then replaces compassion, subjection excludes mutuality.

In an age where the lowered eyelid is just a sign of fatigue, the delicate game of love is pining away. Freud and flirtation are poor companions.

The process of maturing is an art to be learned, an effort to be sustained. By the age of fifty you have made yourself what you are, and if it is good, it is better than your youth.