I didn't learn for years that you generally find your Self after you quit looking for it.

forgetting things is what gives old age a bad name, that and old age.

the most all-around, practical, long-wearing illusions are the ones that you weave yourself.

Every idea is my last. I feel sure of it. So, I try to do the best with each as it comes and that's where my responsibility ends. But I just don't wait for ideas. I look for them. Constantly. And if I don't use the ideas that I find, they're going to quit showing up.

There was something immensely comforting, I found, about a crumpet - so comforting that I've never forgotten about them and have even learned to make them myself against those times when I have no other source of supply.

This is your dividing line, by the way, between child and nonchild - when the first trouble happens that Mama can't fix.

Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut save you thirty cents?