A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.
Not for nothing does the neurotic suffer - but not for anything very much, either.
God and the devil lose to a common enemy: inertia.
I know which side my bread is buttered on: the side which falls on the carpet.
The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.
There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.