The human animal needs a freedom seldom mentioned, freedom from intrusion. He needs a little privacy as much as he wants understanding or vitamins or exercise or praise.

Praise is warming and desirable. But it is an earned thing. It has to be deserved, like a hug from a child.

It's hard / Keeping up with the avant-garde.

Compromise, if not the spice of life, is its solidity. It is what makes nations great and marriages happy

In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.

Borrow my umbrellas, my clothes, my money, and I will likely not think of them again. But borrow my books and I will be on your track like a bloodhound until they are returned.

In a successful marriage, there is no such thing as one's way. There is only the way of both, only the bumpy, dusty, difficult, but always mutual path.