It was an unspoken pleasure, that having come together so many years, ruined so much and repaired a little, we had endured.

For every man who lives without freedom, the rest of us must face the guilt.

A room of one's own isn't nearly enough. A house, or, best, an island of one's own.

I like people who refuse to speak until they are ready to speak.

One sits uncomfortably on a too comfortable cushion.

The happy problem of our time - longer life.

Styles in wit change so.