Few Of Us Write Great Novels; All

Creative Work Is One Of Life's Greatest Pleasures, And The Only One We Will Gladly Interrupt.

Comfort, Or Revelation: God Owes Us One Of These, But Surely Not Both.

Only Where Children Gather Is There Any Real Chance Of Fun.

There Are Children Born To Be Children, And Others Who Must Mark Time Till They Can Take Their Natural Places As Adults.

The Neurotic Would Like To Trust His Analyst - If Only Because He's Paying Him So Much Money. But He Can't - Because If The Analyst Really Cared, He'd Be Doing It For Nothing.