For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.