Grief is a room without doors.

Grief is the essence of humanity — Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

Grief is a great struggle — grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

Grief is a developer of the powers of the mind.

Habit is the invisible architecture of daily life.

Habit is that into which uncertainty disappears.

Habit is the second nature which destroys the first.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

Marriage is the tomb of love.

Marriage is a lottery.

Marriage is an evil that men pray for.

Marriage is not a word but a sentence.

Memory is the scribe of the soul.

Memory is the treacherous ally of invention.

Memory is the purveyor of reason.

Memory is the friend of wit,