With Our Parents We Bury Our Past,

Age Either Transfigures Or Petrifies.

There Are Women Who Love Their Husbands As Blindly, As Enthusiastically, And As Enigmatically As Nuns Their Cloister.

There Are Very Few Honest Friends--the Demand Is Not Particularly Great.

One Can Acquire Some Virtues By Feigning Them For A Long Time.

Nothing Is Less Promising Than Precocity. A Young Thistle Is More Like A Future Tree Than Is A Young Oak.