Impermanence is the very essence of joy-the drop of bitterness that enables one to perceive the sweet.

It is personal vanity of the most flagrant type which intrudes itself, unasked, into other people's affairs. There are few of us who do not feel capable of ordering the daily lives of others, down to the most minute detail.

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

Marriage is the cold potato of love.

It seems to take a lifetime for us to learn that wisdom consists largely in a graceful acceptance of things that do not immediately concern us.

A real love letter is absolutely ridiculous to everyone except the writer and the recipient.

There are many people who consider love a dream, but they usually grow to think of marriage as the cold breakfast.