A family is a burial mound of its own doings and sayings.
One should never condemn what one cannot understand.
People bring to what they see and feel, the inner weather of their souls and complexion of their minds.
People never think about words, they only feel them.
Love can never explain the loved one, my dear. It is the essence of wild unreason.
No single crisis shapes a generation; but a succession of events, each one bringing its shaping blows to bear.