if death becomes cheap it is the watcher, not the dying, who is poisoned.
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.
Things come suitable to the time.
Dead news like dead love has no phoenix in its ashes.
After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.
Let this serve as an axiom to every lover: A woman who refuses lunch refuses everything.