No one leaves an old friend unless they are ashamed.

Falling in love is accidental, staying in love is intentional, and growing in love is delightful.

When the storm comes it is your soulmate who pulls out the umbrella and shelters you until the rainbow comes.

If the final chapter of your life story is written by love, you are guaranteed a happy ending.

A kiss is the only thing you can throw at someone without being held criminally responsible.

The distance between you and the door when you have had enough of your spouse is love.

If the Great Way perishes there will morality and duty. When cleverness and knowledge arise great lies will flourish. When relatives fall out with one another there will be filial duty and love. When states are in confusion there will be faithful servants.

By rationing in-person meetings, their stature is elevated to that of a rare treat. They become something to be savored, something special.

If I were LeBron, I would have gone to Chicago or I would have stayed home and showed a little more loyalty to my city and my team. But I'm not LeBron.

I'm amazed, as quirky, individual and selfish as most of us are, that anyone stays married for long.

But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life, and thanks to a benevolent arrangement the greater part of life is sunshine.

Friendship is but another name for an alliance with the follies and the misfortunes of others. Our own share of miseries is sufficient: why enter then as volunteers into those of another?