As for death, one gets used to it, even if it is only other people is death you get used to.
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.
An only child is never twelve.
There may be wonder in money, but, dear God, there is money in wonder.
One can lie, but truth is more interesting.
From birth to death we are alone.