05 agosto 2008

i wasn't living apart from my husband then; you see, neither of us could afford to make the other a separate allowance. in spite of everything that proverbs may say, poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

all decent people live beyond their incomes nowadays, and those who aren't respectable live beyond other peoples. a few gifted individuals manage to do both.

you needn't tell me that a man who doesn't love oysters and asparagus and good wines has got a soul, or a stomach either. he's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.

the young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened. it's only the middle-aged who are really conscious of their limitations - that is why one should be so patient with them.

he is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.

i'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

in baiting a mousetrap with cheese, be sure to leave room for the mouse.