Relationships and Family

Life is short. Forgive quickly, kiss slowly and love truly .

Always obey your parents - when they are present.

In my experience, previously counted chickens never do hatch.

Marriage, yes, it is the supreme felicity of life. I concede it. And it is also the supreme tragedy of life. The deeper the love the surer the tragedy. And the more disconsolating when it comes.

Familiarity breeds contempt - and children.

Children are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.

Children are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.

Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes-none knows whence-and cannot explain itself.

Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired .

When I was fourteen years old, I was amazed at how unintelligent my father was. By the time I turned twenty-one, I was astounded how much he had learned in the last seven years.

It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt you to the heart: the one to slander you and the other to get the news to you.

One may make their house a palace of sham, or they can make it a home, a refuge.

Love heightens all senses - except the common.

There's always something about your success that displeases even your best friends.

When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.

The most interesting information comes from children, for they tell all they know and then stop.

Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.

When I was 17, my father was so stupid, I didn't want to be seen with him in public. When I was 24, I was amazed at how much the old man had learned in just 7 years.

Real travel requires a maximum of unscheduled wandering, for there is no other way of discovering surprises and marvels, which, as I see it, is the only good reason for not staying at home.

A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.

Children know perfectly well that unicorns aren’t real, but they also know that books about unicorns, if they are good books, are true books.

The lover is moved by the beloved object as the senses are by sensual objects; and they unite and become one and the same thing. The work is the first thing born of this union; if the thing loved is base the lover becomes base.

The memory of benefits is a frail defense against ingratitude.

The lover is drawn by the thing loved, as the sense is by that which it perceives