The young are generally full of revolt, and are often pretty revolting about it.

Anywhere you go liking everyone, everyone will be likeable.

There are always a few people you do a lot for, and a few who do a lot for you, but they're not the same people.

We always prefer war on our own terms to peace on someone else's.

Once you become self-conscious, there is no end to it; once you start to doubt, there is no room for anything else.

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

Despair is anger with no place to go.