Judges don't age. Time decorates them.
One never knows when one is old for certain.
The Press blew, the public stared, hands flew out like a million little fishes after bread.
In marriage there are no manners to keep up, and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that ancient child in the other who may erupt again. We are not ridiculous to ourselves. We are ageless. That is the luxury of the wedding ring.
But I had been in love pretty often and I didn't think it stood the wear and tear.
Dead news like dead love has no phoenix in its ashes.