Life is but a continual succession of opportunities for surviving.
Old people, with other old people, are not so old.
The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.
No medicine cures what happiness cannot.
The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.