No one ever loved anyone the way that person wanted to be loved.
Character is what emerges from all the little things you were too busy to do yesterday, but did anyway.
What you can't get out of, get into wholeheartedly.
We are keenly aware of the faults of our friends, but if they like us enough it doesn't matter.
We work for praise, and dawdle once we have it.
When we discuss those we love with those who do not love them, the end of love is near.