Others follow patterns; we alone are unpredictable.
If only we could be old and sick while we're still young and healthy enough to put up with it!
A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.
The hardest-learned lesson: that people have only their kind of love to give, not our kind.
We have to call it "freedom": who'd want to die for "a lesser tyranny"
At the beginning of a love affair, not even the neurotic is neurotic.