We're seldom drawn to a character we admire; only to a personality we like.

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

Your best work always seems to have been done by someone else.

If your children spend most of their time in other people's houses, you're lucky; if they all congregate at your house, you're blessed.

Altruism is a hard master, but so is opportunism.

As we grow older, our capacity for enjoyment shrinks, but not our appetite for it.

Not for nothing does the neurotic suffer - but not for anything very much, either.