Others follow patterns; we alone are unpredictable.
We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.
Neurotics are sure that no one understands them, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
If you hate your lot but wouldn't trade it, it's not your lot you hate.
Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.
Make a habit of telling the truth, or make a habit of lying: to decide each case on its own merits is exhausting, and hardly ever worth it.