A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short.
People are discontent; men are troubled; and the literature is excellent.
Happiness is never there to stay [...] Happiness is merely a respite offered by inquietude.
When you become used to never being alone, you may consider yourself Americanised
Two human beings anchored to one another are like two ships shaken by waves; their carcases collide with one another and creak.
If men could regard the events of their own lives with more open minds, they would frequently discover that they did not really desire the things they failed to obtain.