No one has ever loved anyone the way everyone wants to be loved.
Most of us could scrape by on twice our present income.
We are always baffled and annoyed by a happy marriage between two people we dislike.
Mea culpa, me a culpa, tua maxima culpa.
It’s unnerving to find out whom your children most admire.
One day you are a beginner and everybody’s pet; the next, you are coldly expected to deliver. There is never sufficient warning that the second day is coming.
God is less careful than General Motors, for He floods the world with factory rejects.
“Grow up,” we say, calmly sucking our thumb.