"The Egyptians could run to Egypt, the Syrians into Syria. The only place we could run was into the s..." — Golda Meir

Authority poisons everybody who takes authority on himself.

Even paranoids have real enemies.

Glorious bouquets and storms of applause are the trimmings which every artist naturally enjoys.

There can be no doubt that the average man blames much more than he praises. His instinct is to blame. If he is satisfied he says nothing; if he is not, he most illogically kicks up a row.