How can a man marry wisely in his twenties? The girl he’s going to wind up wanting hasn’t even been born.
Don’t be yourself. Be someone a little nicer.
Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.
A perfect marriage is one in which “I’m sorry” is said just often enough.
The hardest learned lesson: that people have only their kind of love to give, not our kind.
Spite is never lonely; envy always tags along.
Fields can lie fallow but we can’t; we have less time.
If the pain wanders, do not waste your time with doctors.
Men really prefer reasonably attractive women; they go after the sensational ones to impress other men.
There’s something in every atheist, itching to believe, and something in every believer, itching to doubt.
Every day of our lives we are on the verge of making those slight changes that would make all the difference.
The only mothers it is safe to forget on Mother’s Day are the good ones.
When the pain is great enough, we will let anyone be doctor.
Once you become self-conscious, there is no end to it; once you start to doubt, there is no room for anything else.
Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.
The best work is done with the heart breaking, or overflowing.
The time to begin most things is ten years ago.
The only courage that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next.
We are seldom happy with what we now have, but would go to pieces if we lost any part of it.
Don’t fool yourself that important things can be put off till tomorrow; they can be put off forever, or not at all.