It is not a lack of love but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

For every man there exists a bait which he cannot resist swallowing.

There is an innocence in admiration: it occurs in one who has not yet realized that they might one day be admired.

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.

A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.