The idea of strictly minding our own business is moldy rubbish. One of the weaknesses of our age is our apparent inability to distinguish our need from our greed. An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup. And a sense of humor for what he is. We will be held accountable for all the permitted pleasures we failed to enjoy.
Procrastination is the grave in which opportunity is buried.
It is the first lesson that ought to be learned. Whatever games are played with us, we must play no games with ourselves. My psychiatrist thinks I'm a kleptomaniac. Well, he didn't actually tell me that. I read it in his notebook when I got home.