The heart's seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden day when the little creatures of the air and meadow were life incarnate, from sheer joy of living? Who among us has not come home, singing, when the streets were almost impassable with snow, or met a friend with a happy, smiling face, in the midst of a pouring rain?

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

At twenty, men love woman; at thirty, a woman; and at forty, women.

I've just washed my hair and I can't do a thing with it!

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

Silence and reserve will give anyone a reputation for wisdom.

May our house always be too small to hold all of our friends.