After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.
Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell.
Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'
Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery!
As for death, one gets used to it, even if it is only other people is death you get used to.
Judges don't age. Time decorates them.