Are you an artist? Look about you. Is there a physical tool whose use you have mastered, a part of your body that responds utterly to your control? Is your motive esthetic? If so, you are an artist. If not, you are probably a writer.

All any child needs is the protection of loving parents and an alternative source of information.

Of what use to get what you want if you must become someone else to get it.

Hamlet at 70: "To sleep, perchance to dream. To awaken, perchance to go to the bathroom."

Material success is always tempered by the recollection that there was some kind of happiness that was supposed to come with it.

The choice so often these days is to believe something that seems insane or go insane.

The world is as many times new as there are children in our lives.