Beauty cannot disguise nor music melt A pain undiagnosable but felt.

My father taught me that a bill is like a crying baby and has to be attended to at once.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

It is terribly amusing how many different climates of feelings one can go through in one day.

It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.

For is it not possible that middle age can be looked upon as a period of second flowering, second growth, even a kind of second adolescence? It is true that society in general does not help one accept this interpretation of the second half of life.

Packing is chiefly planning -- if it is