Love requires a willingness to die; marriage, a willingness to live.
Each day, the American housewife turns toward television as toward a lover. She feels guilty about it, and well she might, for he's covered with warts and is only after her money.
Elegimos aquellos que nos gusta, con los que amamos, no tenemos voz en el asunto.
God doesn't measure His bounty, but oh how we do!
Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.
It's hard to feel middle-aged, because how can you tell how long you are going to live?