The know-nothings are, unfortunately, seldom the do-nothings.
A perfect marriage is one in which "I'm sorry" is said just often enough.
People are like birds: on the wing, all beautiful; up close, all beady little eyes.
Women are the right age for just a few years; men, for most of their lives.
They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke. If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop.
We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.