Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.

Thought is a key to all treasures; the miser's gains are ours without his cares. Thus I have soared above this world, where my enjoyments have been intellectual joys.

Economized love is never real love.

Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.

In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.

We are never either so wretched or so happy as we say we are.

Though your vulgarian does not readily admit that feelings can change overnight, certainly two lovers often part far more abruptly than they came together.