Even the most fickle are faithful to a few bad habits.
We are prepared for insults, but compliments leave us baffled.
The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth.
Three meals plus bedtime make four sure blessings a day.
Seeing my malevolent face in the mirror, my benevolent soul shrinks back.
There are different rules for reading, for thinking, and for talking. Writing blends all three of them.
A sense of blessedness comes from a change of heart, not from more blessings.
Ultimately, blind faith is the only kind.
A blocked path also offers guidance.
A blunt statement can be as false as any other.
Even boredom has its crises.
When a man bores a woman, she complains. When a woman bores a man, he ignores her.
Stated clearly enough, an idea may cancel itself out.
My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.
Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.
Even cats grow lonely and anxious.
In the game of love, the losers are more celebrated than the winners.
Innocence is thought charming because it offers delightful possibilities for exploitation.
City people make most of the fuss about the charms of country life.
Dancing and running shake up the chemistry of happiness.