Don't borrow trouble. The interest is too high.

That's what a conscience is made of, scar tissue ... Little strips and pieces of remorse sewn together year by year until they formed a distinctive pattern, a design for living.

I've reached the age where anyone who lets me talk seems like an old By listening to my memories, you have become part of them.

Some people become so expert at reading between the lines they don't read the lines.

the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.

Private problems don't constitute an excuse for bad manners.

To the uneducated eye, as to the incurious mind, much of the world is in darkness, and a thousand songs are lost on the unlistening ear.