An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners' names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought.

A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.

When you let money speak for you, it drowns out anything else you meant to say.

Altruism is a hard master, but so is opportunism.

It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.

The neurotic thinks himself both Hamlet and Claudius, in a world that belongs to Polonius.

We choose those we like; with those we love, we have no say in the matter.