A Long Marriage Is Very Unifying, Even

Falling Out Of Love Is Chiefly A Matter Of Forgetting How Charming Someone Is.

The Theatre Is A Tragic Place, Full Of Endings And Partings And Heartbreak.

Nothing Is More Maddening Than Being Questioned By The Object Of One's Interest About The Object Of Hers, Should That Object Not Be You.

In Almost Every Marriage There Is A Selfish And An Unselfish Partner. A Pattern Is Set Up And Soon Becomes Inflexible, Of One Person Always Making The Demands And One Person Always Giving Way.

Almost Any Tale Of Our Doings Is Comic. We Are Bottomlessly Comic To Each Other. Even The Most Adored And Beloved Person Is Comic To His Lover. The Novel Is A Comic Form. Language Is A Comic Form, And Makes Jokes In Its Sleep. God, If He Existed, Would Laugh At His Creation. Yet It Is Also The Case That Life Is Horrible, Without Metaphysical Sense, Wrecked By Chance, Pain And The Close Prospect Of Death. Out Of This Is Born Irony, Our Dangerous And Necessary Tool.