We catch frightful glimpses of ourselves in the hostile eyes of others.
The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.
If you hate your lot but wouldn't trade it, it's not your lot you hate.
Confession is good for the conscience, but it usually bypasses the soul.
At night, neurotics may toil not, but oh how they spin!
Spiritual sloth, or acedia, was known as The Sin of the Middle Ages. It's the sin of my middle age, too.