What concerns anyone so much as the time he has to live?
Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.
I never agree with the compliments paid to it. It is not a great healer. It is an indifferent and perfunctory one. Sometimes it does not heal at all. And sometimes when it seems to, no healing has been necessary.
We are always children to our mothers.
If I were not a child with my parents, they would be more unloving toward me.
Ah, we have to be generous to be grateful ... One has oneself to be a giver.