The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.
It’s awesome to realize that if your greatest potential talent is for riding a bicycle upside down on a high wire, you will somehow discover it.
We are never more self-righteous than when giving up what we should have shunned all along.
No woman wants to see herself too clearly.
When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.
When “Why not do it?” barely outweighs “Why do it?” – don’t do it.
If you can tell anyone about it, it’s not the worst thing you ever did.
It must infuriate our children to see us always so much more forbearing with everybody else’s.
Without enthusiasm, virtue functions not at all, and vice only poorly.
With each passing year, one has less to say, and knows better how to say it.
Those who are brutally honest are seldom so with themselves.
It’s terrifying to see someone inside of whom a vital spring seems to have been broken. It’s particularly terrifying to see him in your mirror.
In church, sacred music would make believers of us all – but preachers can be counted on to restore the balance.
Don’t ask others to forgive in you a sin they’re dying to commit themselves.
Neurotics make poor patriots; if you’re ashamed of something as big as yourself, it’s hard to be proud of something as small as your country.
When hope is hungry, everything feeds it.
We’re seldom drawn to a character we admire; only to a personality we like.
Men feel that women somehow drag them down, and women feel that way about men. It’s possible that both are right.
If it came true, it wasn’t much of a dream.
Acedia is not in every dictionary; just in every heart.