We are the same people as we were at three, six, ten or twenty years old. More noticeably so, perhaps, at six or seven, because we were not pretending so much then.
One little Indian left all alone, he went out and hanged himself and then there were none.
If you place your head in a lion's mouth, then you cannot complain one day if he happens to bite it off.
In the midst of life, we are in death.
An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have; the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.
There is nothing more thrilling in this world, I think, than having a child that is yours, and yet is mysteriously a stranger.