I made a tentative conclusion. It seemed from all of this that uppermost among human joys is the negative one of restoration: not going to the stars, but learning that one may stay where one is.

We pay for security with boredom, for adventure with bother.

There are times when parenthood seems nothing more than feeding the hand that bites you.

This human nature is shabby stuff, as you may know from introspection.

I was thinking that we all learn by experience, but some of us have to go to summer school.

I am not impressed by the Ivy League establishments. Of course they graduate the best -- it's all they'll take, leaving to others the problem of educating the country. They will give you an education the way the banks will give you money -- provided you can prove to their satisfaction that you don't need it.

Confession is good for the soul only in the sense that a tweed coat is good for dandruff - it is a palliative rather than a remedy.