It was reassuring to know exactly where one stood. That one stood at the end of the line was not pertinent. At least there was a line in which to subsist.

Because he has never forgiven himself any fault, he can forgive no one else’s.

It is accepted that Father Time is, as subscribed, a Man, if not of male gender, time certainly is no kind friend to women.

Indignation overruled introspection.

His uncaring mother did not alert him to the intrinsic nature of maternal love. It was keen as it was strong, and it's memory razor sharp.

Once an excuse has been deployed, brutal honesty is no longer an option.

Sagacity did not magically arrive with age. As his family grew, so did his affections. The deeper he loved, the more easily he was injured. His heart had not become reinforced. It had softened--and ripened. It was a larger target and far more easily rent.

There is no hint too broad for a woman of little tact.

One must meet in the middle of the village green for all to attest to one's lack of guile or conceal it absolutely.

Nothing favourable comes from speculation.