We are like people with short-term leases on summer cottages; we can never seem to make our provisions come out even with our stay.
If you are brave too often, people will come to expect it of you.
In life, as in restaurants, we swallow a lot of indigestible stuff just because it comes with the dinner.
Beauty often fades, but seldom so swiftly as the joy it gives us.
Women flirt to keep their stock high, men to get somewhere.
We are seldom happy with what we now have, but would go to pieces if we lost any part of it.