A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.
The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second name.
In marriage there are no manners to keep up, and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that ancient child in the other who may erupt again. We are not ridiculous to ourselves. We are ageless. That is the luxury of the wedding ring.
When a man goes through six years training to be a doctor he will never be the same. He knows too much.
Judges don't age; time decorates them.