There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It's caused by the absence of you.
I may not be perfect, but parts of me are excellent.
At what point in my struggle with nature will nature finally give up?
Even a meaningless life may contain many good breakfasts.
Love is a strange commodity, because you can't import it if you don't also export it.
They laughed at Edison and Einstein, but somehow I still feel uncomfortable when they laugh at me.