Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.
Few friendships could survive the moodiness of love affairs.
Glamour looks eloquent but seldom talks.
The hysterical find too much significance in things. The depressed find too little.
Vicarious living is only slightly less impossible than vicarious eating.
Modern thought does not offer consolations, but upsets.