Every society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers.
Youth is not enough. And love is not enough. And success is not enough. And, if we could achieve it, enough would not be enough.
Our strength is often composed of the weakness that we’re damned if we’re going to show.
Society honors its living conformists and its dead troublemakers.
If you made a list of reasons why any couple got married, and another list of the reasons for their divorce, you’d have a hell of a lot of overlapping.
A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.
No one has ever loved anyone the way everyone wants to be loved.
For the happiest life, days should be rigorously planned, nights left open to chance.
Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.
A sense of humor is a major defense against minor troubles.
We all become great explorers during our first few days in a new city, or a new love affair.
It is important to our friends to believe that we are unreservedly frank with them, and important to friendship that we are not.
The only courage that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next.
Courage can’t see around corners but goes around them anyway.
It’s the most unhappy people who most fear change.
A car is useless in New York, essential everywhere else. The same with good manners.
A woman telling her true age is like a buyer confiding his final price to an Armenian rug dealer.
There is always some specific moment when we become aware that our youth is gone; but, years after, we know it was much later.