Without enthusiasm, virtue functions not at all, and vice only poorly.
After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage.
Fields can lie fallow but we can't; we have less time.
Of all second-class citizens, neurotics are the only ones who are so by choice.
A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.
All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men.