Revolution is obstructed evolution.

Five golden years, Heart of Mine, have we walked the way of life together, and there is not an hour I would have changed; there is no moment when I would have you other than you have been. It is the fashion these days, I know, to say that love ends at the altar, but it is not so. You and I have found the old dream of the world divinely true. It is neither a poet's fancy nor a trick of the imagination, but a thing of fadeless and unending beauty.

A good forgettery is a happier possession than a good memory.

On that first day when we look back, either happily or with remorse, to the stony ways over which we have traveled, losing concern for that part of the journey which is yet to come, we have grown old.

A man likes to feel that he is loved, a woman likes to be told.

Revolution is obstructed evolution.

Nothing in the world was ever built without a dream at the beginning.