“When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.”

It is often wonderful how putting down on paper a clear statement of a case helps one to see, not perhaps the way out, but the way in.

A well begun is half ended.

I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.

Do you know the times when one seems to stick fast in circumstances like the fly in the jam-pot? It can’t be helped, and I suppose the best thing to do is to lay in a good store of jam!

The joy of all mysteries is the certainty which comes from their contemplation, that there are many doors yet for the soul to open on her upward and inward way.

I am sure it is one’s duty as a teacher to try to show boys that no opinions, no tastes, no emotions are worth much unless they are one’s own. I suffered acutely as a boy from the lack of being shown this.

Readjusting is a painful process, but most of us need it at one time or another.

The worst sorrows in life are not in its losses and misfortunes, but its fears.

It seems sometimes as if one were powerless to do any more from within to overcome troubles, and that help must come from without.

The moment that any life, however good, stifles you, you may be sure it isn’t your real life.

Congenial labor is the secret of happiness.

A diary need not be a dreary chronicle of one’s movements; it should aim rather at giving salient account of some particular episode, a walk, a book, a conversation.

The test of a good letter is a very simple one. If one seems to hear the other person talking as one reads, it is a good letter.

I have known some quite good people who were unhappy, but never an interested person who was unhappy.

I think I feel rather differently about sympathy to what seems the normal view. I like just to feel it is there, but not always expressed.

As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.

What our age needs, what it demands, what it will create for itself, is—terror.

Honey, you are still young.

You already past 21 and you still talking about “I’ma be a rapper.” You ain’t did one show, niggas ain’t seen you on TV. So Kendrick kind of went through the same thing I went through. He just had his mom’s house to go to.

I wasn’t stealing cars at like, six. But I’ve always been bad.

The Rock of Ages is more important than the age of rocks.

It does feel bizarre, having someone in your work space who’s so much younger than you.

I may be a senior, but so what? I’m still hot.

The present age handed over the workers, each alone and defenseless, to the unbridled greed of competitors… so that a very few and exceedingly rich men have laid a yoke of almost slavery on the unnumbered masses of non-owning workers.