You never forget the people who were kind to you in childhood, do you, sir?
Human kindness is like a defective tap, the first gush may be impressive but the stream soon dries up.
Death ... obliterates family resemblance as it does personality: there is no affinity between the living and the dead.
Increase your word power. Words are the raw material of our craft.
It is difficult to be generous-minded to those we have greatly harmed.
Can we ever break free of the devices and desires of our own hearts? Might not our conscience be telling us what we most want to hear?