To live is to see, and traveling sometimes speeds up the process.

If a person sings quietly to himself on the street people smile with approval; but if he talks it's not alright; they think he's crazy. The singer is presumed to be happy and the talker unhappy.

Our loneliness makes us avid column readers these days.

There aren't many irritations to match the condescension which a woman metes out to a man who she believes has loved her vainly for the past umpteen years.

Country people tend to consider that they have a corner on righteousness and to distrust most manifestations of cleverness, while people in the city are leery of righteousness but ascribe to themselves all manner of cleverness.

Man is different from animals in that he speculates, a high-risk activity.

Men greet each other with a sock on the arm, women with a hug, and the hug wears better in the long run.