Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.

Women are afraid of mice and of murder, and of very little in between.

I'm afraid to win, and afraid to lose; I hate a draw and can't stop competing; otherwise I'm fine.

Throughout our lives, we see in the mirror the same innocent trusting face we have seen there since childhood.

No good neurotic finds it difficult to be both opinionated and indecisive.

How tired God must be of guilt and loneliness, for that is all we ever bring to Him.

Tragedy isn't getting something, or failing to get it; it's losing something you already have.