"It is a glorious thing to be indifferent to suffering, but only to one's own suffering." — Robert Staughton Lynd

I sometimes suspect that half our difficulties are imaginary and that if we kept quiet about them they would disappear.

Cut quarrels out of literature, and you will have very little history or drama or fiction or epic poetry left.

There are some people who want to throw their arms round you simply because it is Christmas; there are other people who want to strangle you simply because it is Christmas.

Friendship will not stand the strain of very much good advice for very long.