Men enjoy being thought of as hunters, but are generally too lazy to hunt. Women, on the other hand, love to hunt, but would rather nobody knew it.

When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.

Not for nothing does the neurotic suffer - but not for anything very much, either.

We climb mountains because they are there, and worship God because He is not.

We welcome passion, for the mind is briefly let off duty.

We are keenly aware of the faults of our friends, but if they like us enough it doesn't matter.

The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.