A first-rate marriage is like a first-rate hotel: expensive, but worth it.
Women are never landlocked: they're always mere minutes away from the briny deep of tears.
We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.
We come late, if at all, to wine and philosophy: whiskey and action are easier.
Without enthusiasm, virtue functions not at all, and vice only poorly.
Fields can lie fallow but we can't; we have less time.