As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.

In almost every marriage there is a selfish and an unselfish partner. A pattern is set up and soon becomes inflexible, of one person always making the demands and one person always giving way.

One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.

Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.

Jealousy comes from self-love rather than from true love.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

Literature could be said to be a sort of disciplined technique for arousing certain emotions.