To some people the impossible is impossible.

It is never good dwelling on good-byes ... it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting.

The image of ourselves in the minds of others is the picture of a stranger we shall never see.

Free love is sometimes love but never freedom.

What we buy belongs to us only when the price is forgotten.

Talk about the joys of the unexpected, can they compare with the joys of the expected, of finding everything delightfully and completely what you knew it was going to be?

Irony is the hygiene of the mind.