Pride is a sweetmeat, to be savoured in small pieces; it makes for a poor feast.
Men do, I've found, accept the most errant nonsense from a well dressed woman
Using insult instead of argument is the sign of a small mind.
Impossibility is a log thrown on the fires of love.
I crawled into my book and pulled the pages over my head.
Travel broadens, they say. My personal experience has been that, in the short term at any rate, it merely flattens, aiming its steam-roller of deadlines and details straight at one's daily life, leaving a person flat and gasping at its passage.