Aphorisms
Essays About

Love

Love completes unhappy people, but uncompletes happy people, because love means we can no longer be happy alone.
For a happy marriage, the only counseling couples need is an occasional fear that each other has died.
The ugly feet of a beautiful woman are made desirable by the body they are attached to.
The glue of a happy marriage is shared time.
A conundrum of lovers is who will die first. Happy are the honeymooners whose car careens from the cliff, smashing their atoms into everlasting union.
Beauty is more alluring with a blemish.