The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.
Many of us are equal to life's emergencies who cannot bear its day-after-dayness.
We are irritated by rascals, intolerant of fools, and prepared to love the rest. But where are they?
What you can't get out of, get into wholeheartedly.
Whatever we worship, short of God, is sure to be our undoing.
Revenge leads to an empty fullness, like eating dirt.