When it comes to bombshells, there are few that can be more effective than that small, flat, frail thing, a letter.

Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

Twenty-five years ago, Christmas was not the burden that it is now; there was less haggling and weighing, less quid pro quo, less fatigue of body, less weariness of soul; and, most of all, there was less loading up with trash.

I have heard that a man might be his own lawyer, but you can't be your own judge.

Home is the best place to be sick in.

Absurdity is the one thing love can't stand; it can overlook anything else, -- coldness, or weakness, or viciousness, -- but just be ridiculous and that's the end of it!

we middle-aged folk have the education of life, truly; we know the multiplication table of anxieties and sorrows, the subtraction table of loss, the division table of responsibility.