Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.

Snarls and sobs show that a love affair is getting serious.

Modernized by tin roofs and T-shirts, Third World poverty is no longer picturesque.

The educated can listen impassively to almost anything.

Complainers rule out happiness, mentioning it only as something lost.

To remain mysterious, say little and do nothing.

Wisdom cannot prevent a fall, but may cushion it.