I criticize myself ruthlessly, but never mention the faults of which I am truly ashamed.
Disappointment proves that expectations were mistaken.
As equality increases, so does the number of people struggling for predominance.
The lover as baby is a less troubling idea than the baby as lover.
Alone, I am satisfied with myself. With others, I am beset by troubling comparisons.
The man in the street is always a stranger.