Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.
Don't explain your author, read him right and he explains himself.
Life becomes fully understandable only the moment we realise that we are all mad.
All people have had ill luck, but Jairus's daughter and Lazarus had the worst.
A mine is a hole in the ground with a liar on top.
Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: the one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it.