Few of us could bear to have ourselves for neighbors.

The young do not need God, and the old cannot find Him.

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.

If you have to do it every day, for God's sake learn to do it well.

Don't ask others to forgive in you a sin they're dying to commit themselves.

Anything you lose automatically doubles in value.

Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others. Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back.