Instead of past, present and future, I'd prefer chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry.
My success lies in having achieved a record numbers of failures.
I'm not yet desperate enough to do anything about the conditions that are making me desperate.
All I ask of Life is a constant and exaggerated sense of my own importance.
Why am I so often at the mercy of those who don't deserve to control my life?
If we could all hear one another's prayers, God might be relieved of some of his burdens.