The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

All anger feels like righteous anger; sorrow does not care whether it is righteous or not.

To make a thought my own, I must think it often.

Growth provides novel experiences for youth; decay the same, alas, for age.

Children use all their wiles to get their way with adults. Adults do the same with children.

The self-righteous rule out the possibility that they are what has gone wrong.

Successful innovations become conventions.