Those who are brutally honest are seldom so with themselves.

It's easy enough to get along with a loved and loving child - at least till you try to get him to do something.

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

What we love about love is the fever, which marriage puts to bed and cures.

Philosophy teaches a man that he can't take it with him; taxes teach him he can't leave it behind either.

Those who are brutally honest are seldom so with themselves.

Revenge leads to an empty fullness, like eating dirt.