happiness makes us older, less romantic, less in need of dreams. Discontent, not happiness, is the food of youth and poetry.
Nan FairbrotherWe love those we are happy with. We do. For how else can we know we love them, or how else define loving?
Nan FairbrotherI 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.
Nan Fairbrother