I have always considered marriage as the most interesting event of one's life, the foundation of happiness or misery.
The lessons taught in great books are misleading. The commerce in life is rarely so simple and never so just.
Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.
In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.
Always let them think of you as singing and dancing.
What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.
Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness.
She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.
In the world of words the imagination is one of the forces of nature.
Within the soul of each Vietnam veteran there is probably something that says "Bad war, good soldier. " Only now are Americans beginning to separate the war from the warrior.