You will turn over many a futile new leaf till you learn we must all write on scratched-out pages.

Creative work is one of life's greatest pleasures, and the only one we will gladly interrupt.

The neurotic longs to touch bottom, so at least he won't have that to worry about anymore.

The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.

The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.

Theatre audiences can't be made to think and cry: at best, they can be made to think and laugh, or to feel and cry.

Your children tell you casually years later what it would have killed you with worry to know at the time.