Content is a matter of temperament rather than circumstance.

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

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.

Content is a matter of temperament rather than circumstance.

[On marriage:] Someone once said that it was like a crowded church - those outside were endeavouring to get in, and those inside were making violent efforts to get out.

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

Love is an orchid which thrives principally on hot air.