No, I'm not afraid, except when it comes to things about myself, but I'm working on that.

I'm my best and harshest critic. I know what's good and what isn't.

If only I can be myself, I'll be satisfied.

How noble and good everyone could be if, at the end of each day, they were to review their own behavior and weigh up the rights and wrongs. They would automatically try to do better at the start of each new day and, after a while, would certainly accomplish a great deal. Everyone is welcome to this prescription; it costs nothing and is definitely useful. Those who don't know will have to find out by experience that "a quiet conscience gives you strength!

I am the best and sharpest critic of my own work. I know myself what is and what is not well written. Anyone who doesn't write doesn't know how wonderful it is.

What one Christian does is his own responsibility, what one Jew does reflect on all Jews.

I can't keep that up...finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside and keep trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and what I could be, if...there weren't any other people living in the world.

noble and good everyone could be if, at the end of each day, they were to review their own behaviour and weigh up the rights and wrongs. They would automatically try to do better at the start of each new day and, after a while, would certainly accomplish a great deal. Everyone is welcome to this prescription; it costs nothing and is definitely useful. Those who don't know will have to find out by experience that 'a quiet conscience gives you strength'! Yours

How noble and good everyone could be if, at the end of each day, they were to review their own behavior and weigh up the rights and wrongs.

She suddenly realized that there, ..., she had found something new about herself, discovered that she was a human being with feelings, thoughts and opinions of her own, a being separate from all others, a person in her own right

Never compare your insides to everyone else's outsides.

I'm probably just as good a mother as the next repressed, obsessive-compulsive paranoiac.