It is not for us to hold ourselves above the position of grateful people. We have to be able to accept. Anything else shows an unwillingness to grant someone else the superior place.

Real life seems to have no plots.

It will be a beautiful family talk, mean and worried and full of sorrow and spite and excitement.

We must use words as they are used, or stand aside from life.

There is probably nothing like living together for blinding people to each other.

Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.

People's weaker side is not necessarily their truer self.