There is nothing strange about fear: no matter in what guise it presents itself it is something with which we are all so familiar that when a man appears who is without it we are at once enslaved by him.

Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends.

It is the strange fate of man that even in the greatest of evils the fear of the worst continues to haunt him.

I always thought it was strange when these artists like Kurt Cobain or whoever would get really famous and say 'I don't understand why this is happening to me.' There is a mathematical formula to why you got famous. It isn't some magical thing that just started happening.

Becoming famous is a strange thing in your own right.

The strangest part about being famous is you don't get to give first impressions anymore. Everyone already has an impression of you before you meet them.

While I have felt lonely many times in my life the oddest feeling of all was after my mother Lucille died. My father had already died but I always had some attachment to our big family while she was alive. It seems strange to say now that I felt so lonely yet I did.

I'm a strange mixture of my mother's curiosity my father who grew up the son of the manse in a Presbyterian family who had a tremendous sense of duty and responsibility and my mother's father who was always in trouble with gambling debts.

Selfishness narcissism being uncomfortable in your own skin not feeling connected to the world around you feeling dislocated from family and youth having a strange relationship with your childhood - all those things feel really true to me.

Our family was too strange and weird for even Santa Claus to come visit... Santa who was jolly - but let's face it he was also very judgmental.

I can't say it's not painful being estranged from most of my family. I wish it could be otherwise.

Young actors often don't think of the consequences of doing nudity or sex scenes. They want the role so badly that they agree to be exploited and then end up embarrassing family friends and even strangers.

That's a central part of philosophy of ethics. What do I owe to strangers? What do I owe to my family? What is it to live a good life? Those are questions which we face as individuals.

Being a Barrymore didn't help me other than giving me a great sense of pride and a strange spiritual sense that I felt OK about having the passion to act. It made sense because my whole family had done it and it helped rationalise it for me.

Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there's always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires.

The baby boomers are getting older and will stay older for longer. And they will run right into the dementia firing range. How will a society cope? Especially a society that can't so readily rely on those stable family relationships that traditionally provided the backbone of care?

Never lose sight of the fact that the most important yardstick of your success will be how you treat other people - your family friends and coworkers and even strangers you meet along the way.

The attempt to redefine the family as a purely voluntary arrangement grows out of the modern delusion that people can keep all their options open all the time.

It's very strange that most people don't care if their knowledge of their family history only goes back three generations.

I haven't lost faith in human nature and I haven't decided to be less compassionate to strangers.

These are strange times. Reason which once combatted faith and seemed to have conquered it now has to look to faith to save it from dissolution.

After that he turned to the question of invading England. Hitler said that during the previous year he could not afford to risk a possible failure apart from that he had not wished to provoke the British as he hoped to arrange peace talks.

There is no loneliness greater than the loneliness of a failure. The failure is a stranger in his own house.

It has always seemed strange to me... the things we admire in men kindness and generosity openness honesty understanding and feeling are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest sharpness greed acquisitiveness meanness egotism and self-interest are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.