Lovers needn't always agree, anymore than poetry need always rhyme.

Nowadays you envy a manic-depressive. Half the time he's happy, the other half he's right.

As important as shared memories is the silent agreement that certain things never happened.

I don't hate anyone. The only people I know well enough to hate, I love.

We envy others, for we see their lives in broad outline, while forced to live ours in every detail.

Though we often wonder why God does what he does, we can be sure he does it on better information.

To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness.