A bird is joy incarnate.

The spirit in which one earns his daily bread means as much to his soul as the bread itself may mean to his body.

After the door of a woman's heart has once swung on its silent hinges, a man thinks he can prop it open with a brick and go away and leave it.

Before, you think of it as a permanent bond of happiness; later, you see that it is a yoke, borne unequally. You marry to keep love, but sometimes that is the surest way to lose it.

... sometimes, out of bitterness, the years distill forgiveness.

Love is an orchid which thrives principally on hot air.

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