Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.
Your best work always seems to have been done by someone else.
Not for nothing does the neurotic suffer - but not for anything very much, either.
Some marriages break up, and some do not, and in our world you can usually explain the former better than the latter.
The neurotic has perfect vision in one eye, but he cannot remember which.
I often pray, though I'm not really sure Anyone's listening; and I phrase it carefully, just in case He's literary.