It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
“Every writer hopes or boldly assumes that his life is in some sense exemplary, that the particular will turn out to be universal.”
“A man ninety years old was asked to what he attributed his longevity. I reckon, he said, with a twinkle in his eye, it because most nights I went to bed and slept when I should have sat up and worried.”