I am forbidden sugar, fat, and alcohol. So hooray, I guess, for oatmeal, lemon juice, and chicken soup.
When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.
Strict rules of evidence would destroy psychoanalysis and literary criticism.
Self-realization is a comedown from salvation, but still gives us something to hope for.
Losing gracefully is commended but never chosen.
Friends are sometimes boring, but enemies never.