It Is The Leisured, I Have Noticed,

O, Merry Is The Optimist, With The Troops Of Courage Leaguing. But A Dour Trend In Any Friend Is Somehow Less Fatiguing.

The Saints Differ From Us In Their Exuberance, The Excess Of Our Human Talents. Moderation Is Not Their Secret. It Is In The Wildness Of Their Dreams, The Desperate Vitality Of Their Ambitions, That They Stand Apart From Ordinary People Of Good Will.

Marriage Is A Lot Of Things-an Alliance, A Sacrament, A Comedy, Or A Mistake; But It Is Definitely Not A Partnership Because That Implies Equal Gain. And Every Right-thinking Woman Knows The Profit In Matrimony Is By All Odds Hers.

If Childhood Is Still A State, It Is Now Chiefly A State Of Confusion.

Sons Do Not Need You. They Are Always Out Of Your Reach, Walking Strange Waters.