When we discuss those we love with those who do not love them, the end of love is near.

Failure can get to be a rather comfortable old friend.

A husband only worries about a particular Other Man; a wife distrusts her whole species.

Make a habit of telling the truth, or make a habit of lying: to decide each case on its own merits is exhausting, and hardly ever worth it.

The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.

We work for praise, and dawdle once we have it.

The neurotic circles ceaselessly above a fogged-in airport.