To confer dignity, forgive. To express contempt, forget.

Laughter and tears may not persuade, but they cannot be refuted.

At sixty, I know little more about wisdom than I did at thirty, but I know a great deal more about folly.

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

I read less and less. I have not forgiven books for their failure to tell me the truth and make me happy.

I am never more myself than in my self-betrayals.

I may forget my dignity, but you may not.