The rich are happier than we are, and should be.

I can neither return your love nor dismiss it.

The past goes right on pulling me apart, though I can scarcely remember the people or the issues.

Faith moves mountains, but you have to keep pushing while you are praying.

Modern thought does not offer consolations, but upsets.

Rage is exciting, but leaves me confused and exhausted.

Birth dates and bathroom scales tell more truth than I want to know.