By the time we hit fifty, we have learned our hardest lessons. We have found out that only a few things are really important. We have learned to take life seriously, but never ourselves.

Never one thing and seldom one person can make for a success. It takes a number of them merging into one perfect whole.

The world doesn't go around on love between men and women. Lovers get very little done. But friends do. When you are past middle life - and I hope you have the rich experience of love along the way - don't think everything is all over. Don't regret the vanished cocktail when the stuffed turkey is about to come in. Flip out your napkin and bite into it! Friends you can gather around you in the later years of life are worth the whole thing.

I contend that every woman has the right to feel beautiful, no matter how scrambled her features, or how indifferent her features.

I have no patience with women who measure and weigh their love like a country doctor dispensing capsules. If a man is worth loving at all, he is worth loving generously, even recklessly.

That's the unfortunate thing about death. It's so terribly final.

the human heart clings - even to its pain.