When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.

We pay for security with boredom, for adventure with bother.

Love's blindness consists oftener in seeing what is not there than in seeing what is.

The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe.

Life is a crowded superhighway with bewildering cloverleaf exits on which a man is liable to find himself speeding back in the direction he came.

The difficulty with marriage is that we fall in love with a personality, but must live with a character.

Time heals nothing — which should make us the better able to minister.