Money: in its absence, we are coarse; in its presence, we are vulgar.
In youth we are plagued by desire; in later years, by the desire to feel desire.
If the second marriage really succeeds, the first one didn't really fail.
Happiness is like the penny candy of our youth: we got a lot more for our money back when we had no money.
The fault we admit to is seldom the fault we have, but it has a certain relationship to it, a somewhat similar shape, like that of a sleeve to an arm.
The hardest-learned lesson: that people have only their kind of love to give, not our kind.