The Matrimonial Shoe Pinches Me.

To Forgive Freely, Is What We Owe To Our Enemy; To Forget Not, Is What We Owe To Ourselves.

A Man Nearly Sixty Is Just As Ready To Suppose Himself Fascinating As A Man Of Twenty.

The Fate Of Love Is That It Always Seems Too Little Or Too Much.

When A Man Has Calamity Upon Calamity The World Generally Concludes That He Must Be A Very Wicked Man To Deserve Them. Perhaps The World Is Right; But It Is Also Just Possible That The World ... May Be Wrong.

... Trouble Of All Kinds Is Voluble, And Has Plenty Of Words, But Happiness Was Never Written Down.