Advice is more agreeable in the mouth than in the ear.
Outside literature, high-flown sentiments are merely exasperating.
When I try to portray to myself my heart's desire, nothing happens.
Self-analysis always cheats.
When you can't figure out what to do, it's time for a nap.
If you do not throw in a few promises of better things to come, gloomy one, I am going to take you back to the library.