The man of sensibility is too busy talking about his feelings to have time for good deeds.
When I am bored with myself, I try to find someone to listen to me.
People often are unsure whether or not they are in love, but they generally know whether or not they are having sex.
Guilt stirs me, but only to self-pity.
Saying "I love you" makes a demand, but creates no obligations.
Alcohol postpones anxiety, then multiplies it.