Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path
A happy love is full of quarrels, you know.
God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!
Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.
An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.
Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.