I shall continue to explore-the astonishment of living.
An only child is never twelve.
Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?
After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.
When a man goes through six years training to be a doctor he will never be the same. He knows too much.
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.