Put somebody you love in the audience in your mind and work for them,

Never mind, dear, we're all made the same, though some more than others.

My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.

He sleeps and sleeps, and the days go by, ... I love him dearly and for ever, but this lack of drive in any direction is a bad augury for the future. I am willing and happy to look after him for the rest of my life, but he must do something. If only he would take up some occupation and stick to it. I know that he is unhappy inside but, alas, with his natural resilience these moments of self-revelation dissipate and on go the years, and he will be an elderly man who has achieved nothing at all.

I love criticism just so long as it's unqualified praise.

Never mind, dear, we're all made the same, though some more than others.