It's hard to feel middle-aged, because how can you tell how long you are going to live?

The fault we admit to is seldom the fault we have, but it has a certain relationship to it, a somewhat similar shape, like that of a sleeve to an arm.

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

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

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

If there is something you must do and you cannot do it, you cannot do anything else.

It's easy enough to get along with a loved and loving child - at least till you try to get him to do something.