Beware of wallflowers. They expect to have everything done for them.

You are so tactful that I have no idea what you want.

Babies and the old are permitted self-absorption. In between, it provokes resentment.

Profusion gives pleasure up to a point; then we become squeamish.

Expensive advertising courts us with hints and images. The ordinary kind merely says, Buy.

Few friendships could survive the moodiness of love affairs.

My mind is led astray by every faint rustle.