My father hated radio and could not wait for television to be invented so he could hate that too.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
I am more and more convinced that our happiness or unhappiness depends more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.
The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.
A moment later, I caught my breath, but I didn't say anything.
Never despair; but if you do, work on in despair.
I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.