A lover's quarrel is always about every quarrel you ever had.

From an aunt, long ago: "Death has come for me many times but finds me always in my lovely garden and leaves me there, I think, as an excuse to return.

What is reality but the dreamworld of a limited imagination.

Material success is always tempered by the recollection that there was some kind of happiness that was supposed to come with it.

Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don't fool.

Each day is an opportunity to travel back into tomorrow's past and change it.

Know thyself, especially thyself after a couple of drinks.