The neurotic has perfect vision in one eye, but he cannot remember which.
We catch frightful glimpses of ourselves in the hostile eyes of others.
Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.
Whether or not you love television, you've got to admit that it certainly loves itself.
We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.
There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.