The discontented believe that their regrets are about the past.

Promiscuity is like never reading past the first page. Monogamy is like reading the same book over and over.

The shades of respectability begin to close about the greying head.

Only the broken-hearted know the truth about love.

City people make most of the fuss about the charms of country life.

In love, we worry more about the meaning of silences than the meaning of words.