A love that lasts for twenty years may be better than love, but it isn't love.
Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
Nobody knows the trouble we've seen-but we keep trying to tell them.
Minor vices lead to major ones, but minor virtues stay put.
We can never understand other people's motives, nor their furniture.
All women are basically in competition with each other for a handful of eligible men.