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

Despair is anger with no place to go.

Neurotics make poor patriots; if you're ashamed of something as big as yourself, it's hard to be proud of something as small as your country.

We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.

The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.

The two main hazards of psychoanalysis: that it might fail, and that if it succeeds, you'll never be able to forgive yourself for all those wasted years.

What we forgive too freely doesn't stay forgiven.