An act of justice closes the book on a misdeed; an act of vengeance writes one of its own

I believe that love--not imitation--is the sincerest form of flattery. Your imitator thinks that you can be duplicated; your lover knows you can't.

Know how to behave at a fine restaurant, which is a telltale measure of social maturity.

Be in the habit of experimenting with your clothing so that you don't get stuck for life with a self-image developed over the course of high school.

Be able to defend your arguments in a rational way. Otherwise, all you have is an opinion.

Be able to confide your innermost secrets to your mother and your innermost fears to your father.

Be able to live alone, even if you don't want to and think you will never find it necessary.