There's nothing wrong with most men's egos that the kowtowing of a headwaiter can't cure.

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

It's impossible to be loyal to your family, your friends, your country, and your principles, all at the same time.

Vanity, revenge, loneliness, boredom, all apply: lust is one of the least of the reasons for promiscuity.

Many of us go through life feeling as an actor might feel who does not like his part and does not believe in the play.

What we forgive too freely doesn't stay forgiven.

The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.