The unhappy are prisoners of a single round of thought.

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

Failures are easier to repeat than successes.

Self-reform is the only kind that works.

Curiosity, easily frightened, takes refuge in puzzles, murder mysteries, and spectator sports.

Mars and Venus are at it again. This time, Hephaestus is standing by with a private detective, a photographer, and a lawyer.

Placing the extraordinary at the center of the ordinary, as realism does, is a great comfort to us stay-at-homes.