Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.

Imprudence relies on luck, prudence on method. That gives prudence less edge than it expects.

Children use all their wiles to get their way with adults. Adults do the same with children.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

True self is the part of us that does not change when circumstances do.

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

You know you're in love when you stop comparing.