I know which side my bread is buttered on: the side which falls on the carpet.

The neurotic thinks himself both Hamlet and Claudius, in a world that belongs to Polonius.

When the pain is great enough, we will let anyone be doctor.

We have a terror of seeming to exert ourselves, lest it be noticed that we exerted ourselves and did not succeed.

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.

Make a habit of telling the truth, or make a habit of lying: to decide each case on its own merits is exhausting, and hardly ever worth it.

We are never more self-righteous than when giving up what we should have shunned all along.