Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.

To a suicide: You just poisoned the wrong person.

Once discover comfort, and there is no turning back.

Never invite to dinner: those who won't decide until the last minute; those who come more than half an hour late; those who want to bring along two or three friends; drunks; monologists; those who stay until three o'clock in the morning; those who think that conversation means having an argument; those who take a high moral tone; those who are stupid, ugly, or dull. Enforcement of these rules will enable one to eat alone every night in comfort.

Courage overrides self-doubt, but does not end it.

Electricity, water, gas, and steam course through the walls of my building, keeping it alive.

Call on literary convention, and it will gladly tell your story for you.