No Man Is A Man Until He

Love Is Not Breathlessness; It Is Not Excitement; It Is Not The Promulgation Of Promises Of Eternal Passion. That Is Just Being “in Love”, Which Any Of Us Can Convince Ourselves We Are. Love Itself Is What Is Left Over When Being In Love Has Burned Away, And This Is Both An Art And A Fortunate Accident.

Women Only Nag When They Feel Unappreciated.

The Garden Where You Sit Has Never A Need Of Flowers, For You Are The Blossoms And Only A Fool Or The Blind Would Fail To Know It

Money Has No Religion Except Itself.

...but Then The General Trouble With Ignorance Is Always That The Ignorant Person Has No Idea That That's What They Are. You Can Be Ignorant And Stupid And Go Through Your Whole Life Without Ever Encountering Any Evidence Against The Hypothesis That You're A Genius.