People find it hard to be both comic and serious, though life manages it easily enough.
Minor vices lead to major ones, but minor virtues stay put.
Most of our diversions do not so much delay death as accustom us to it.
The neurotic usually obeys his own Golden Rule: Hate thy neighbor as thyself.
We come late, if at all, to wine and philosophy: whiskey and action are easier.
The neurotic longs to touch bottom, so at least he won't have that to worry about anymore.