As For Death, One Gets Used To

It's Not Till Sex Has Died Out Between A Man And A Woman That They Can Really Love. And Now I Mean Affection. Now I Mean To Be Fond Of (as One Is Fond Of Oneself) --to Hope, To Be Disappointed, To Live Inside The Other Heart.

Sex -- The Great Inequality, The Great Miscalculator, The Great Irritator.

An Only Child Is Never Twelve.

After Forty Years Of Marriage We Still Stood With Broken Swords In Our Hands.

Let This Serve As An Axiom To Every Lover: A Woman Who Refuses Lunch Refuses Everything.