When hope is hungry, everything feeds it
My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?
After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage.
Some women love only what they can hold in their arms; others, only what they can't.
The neurotic keeps minute track of his enemies; it is only his friends he is careless about.
Without enthusiasm, virtue functions not at all, and vice only poorly.