Better sexy and racy Than sexist and racist

If there is a sort of national American emotion I would call it optimism. If there is an English one I would call it embarrassment - not even pessimism - just sheer shame, embarrassment and confusion.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself and you will be happy.

I went to Cambridge and thought I would stay there. I thought I would quietly grow tweed in a corner somewhere and become a Don or something.

Those who rule the world get so little opportunity to run about and laugh and play in it.

Stop wanting wealth and fame and start wanting instead to do something well about which you are passionate

As I go clowning my sentimental way into eternity, wrestling with all my problems of estrangement and communion, sincerity and simulation, ambition and acquiescence, I shuttle between worrying whether I matter at all and whether anything else matters but me.