The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.
Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.
Age is a slowing down of everything except fear.
We choose those we like; with those we love, we have no say in the matter.
A hypochondriac is one who has a pill for everything except what ails him.
Some women love only what they can hold in their arms; others, only what they can't.