There are children born to be children, and others who must mark time till they can take their natural places as adults.
The neurotic keeps minute track of his enemies; it is only his friends he is careless about.
We're seldom drawn to a character we admire; only to a personality we like.
Without enthusiasm, virtue functions not at all, and vice only poorly.
Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.
Every day of our lives we are on the verge of making those slight changes that would make all the difference.