I didn't marry you because you were perfect. I didn't even marry you because I loved you. I married you because you gave me a promise. That promise made up for your faults. And the promise I gave you made up for mine. Two imperfect people got married and it was the promise that made the marriage. And when our children were growing up, it wasn't a house that protected them; and it wasn't our love that protected them--it was that promise.

Even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other.

All that we know about those we have loved and lost is that they would wish us to remember them with a more intensified realization of their reality. What is essential does not die but clarifies. The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

Imprisonment of the body is bitter; imprisonment of the mind is worse

Many who have spent a lifetime in it can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.

There is one regard in which bullies show real perception when compared with their victims; it is their silent good-natured pleasure of the moment.

A dramatist is one who from his earliest years has found that sheer gazing at the shocks and counter-shocks among people is quite sufficiently engrossing without having to encase it in comment.