The mass of men live lives of quiet exasperation.
Tomorrow will come and today will pass, / But the hearts of the young are brittle as glass.
These are my daughters, I suppose. But where in the world did the children vanish?
The ability to forget a sorrow is childhood's most enchanting feature.
Praise is warming and desirable. But it is an earned thing. It has to be deserved, like a hug from a child.
Relations are errors that Nature makes. / Your spouse you can put on the shelf. / But your friends, dear friends, are the quaint mistakes / You always commit yourself.