Many of us are equal to life's emergencies who cannot bear its day-after-dayness.
After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage.
Every creature stalks some other, catches it, and is caught.
The know-nothings are, unfortunately, seldom the do-nothings.
Your best work always seems to have been done by someone else.
People are like birds: on the wing, all beautiful; up close, all beady little eyes.