Learning to give up on perfection may be just about the most romantic move any of us could make.

Most of the time, we make discoveries about how difficult people are at the moment when the difficulties have actually hurt us; therefore, we are not likely to be forgiving or sympathetic.

Anyone who isn't embarrassed of who they were last year probably isn't learning enough.

Never too late to learn some embarrassingly basic, stupidly obvious things about oneself.

A person cannot be at once a libertine and a married Romantic, however compelling both paradigms might be.

What annoys me about most self-help books is that they have no tragic sense. They have no sense that life is fundamentally incomplete rather than accidentally incomplete.