We do good by ourselves, but we seldom do wrong alone.
hurt vanity is one of the cruelest of mortal wounds.
Poets, when they write of love, give themselves and everyone else away!
... most people are dead, and none of them seem to mind it. One hears a great many complaints about life, doesn't one? And there are people I know who would certainly grumble -- however dead they were -- if there were anything to grumble at.
When you know a person particularly well, you cannot escape their ruffled feelings.
Anger is like mild, it should not be kept too long.