Oh the piercing sadness of life in the midst of its ordinariness!
Being in love is an exhausting business.
Possibly, more people kill themselves and others out of hurt vanity than out of envy, jealousy, malice or desire for revenge.
Marriage isn't a tram. It doesn't have to get anywhere.
Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
We must live by the light of our own self-satisfaction, through that secret vital busy inwardness which is even more remarkable than our reason.