Death is dreadfully personal, terribly important to oneself, and so unimportant to the rest of the world.

When there's love enough you can stand anything. When there isn't, you can stand nothing. Living together every day you find out a lot you didn't know, and love can't keep still. It's got to grow or die.

When you can't change a thing, don't let it change you.

As for opinions, if they're not pleasant they'd better be kept to yourself. I learned that early in life and forget it every day.

People are generally opposed to things they know nothing about.

Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for - I don't know what exactly, but it's something that you don't mind so much not having at other times.

We have to wear clothes, a requirement of custom, but more time, temper, character, and peace of mind, not to mention money, have been sacrificed to them than to any other altar on this green earth, and for what?