One friend in a lifetime is much; two are many; three are hardly possible. Friendship needs a certain parallelism of life, a community of thought, a rivalry of aim.
Fiction allows you to embody certain ideas and give them an emotional reality. The characters allow you to get close viscerally to an idea.
With faith and obedience practiced long enough, the Holy Ghost becomes a constant companion, our natures change, and endurance becomes certain.
There should be a democracy of voices in literature. There are people who live with a kind of striving and with a certain kind of tenderness – it’s not an unusual thing – and maybe that’s not written about enough.
You can force students to learn, to a certain extent, but students aren’t happy and employers aren’t happy.
A multiple personality is in a certain sense normal.
If you do your fair day’s work, you are certain to get your fair day’s wage – in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.
Cooking certain dishes, like roast pork, reminds me of my mother.
We all have prejudices to dispel: the need to get away from thinking that ‘I’ am important and special and ‘you’ are not, and the frightened mindset that tells us that certain ‘others’ are of no consequence.
Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.