The sorrows of children are profound and unsuspected.

One of the many possible divisions of human beings is into those who make and those who use.

The sorrows of children are profound and unsuspected.

I have reached the stage now where luxury is not in fine possessions but in carefree possessions, and the greatest luxury of all would be the completely expendable.

Understanding, above all, is a gift we should never offer uninvited.

As every real estate agent knows, a poor house in good surroundings will sell for a higher price than a better house in poor surroundings, and in a town they confidently ask 25 percent more rent for a flat with a view of a park that for an identical flat with no view.

We love those we are happy with. We do. For how else can we know we love them, or how else define loving?