In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.
With a shiver of foreboding he saw his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material and social interests held together by ignorance on the one side and hypocrisy on the other.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.
... naturalness is not always consonant with taste.
Yes, one gets over things. But there are certain memories one can't bit on.
There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.