The dangerous thing about hate is that it seems so reasonable.
After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.
I don't like people," said Velvet. "... I only like horses.
Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'
Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell.
If a dog doesn't put you first where are you both? In what relation? A dog needs God. It lives by your glances, your wishes. It even shares your humor. This happens about the fifth year. If it doesn't happen you are only keeping an animal.