After my spectacular failures, I could not be satisfied with an ordinary success.
You are as happy as you think you are, but not necessarily as miserable as you imagine.
In new situations, I look carefully at appearances. In familiar ones, I glance.
Drunks do not have friends, but accomplices.
Babies and the old are permitted self-absorption. In between, it provokes resentment.
Living alone makes it harder to find someone to blame.