We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.
No good neurotic finds it difficult to be both opinionated and indecisive.
The fault we admit to is seldom the fault we have, but it has a certain relationship to it, a somewhat similar shape, like that of a sleeve to an arm.
In youth we are plagued by desire; in later years, by the desire to feel desire.
Boredom is often the cause of promiscuity, and always its result.
If only we could be old and sick while we're still young and healthy enough to put up with it!