Revenge leads to an empty fullness, like eating dirt.
Anything you lose automatically doubles in value.
The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.
When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.
When the pain is great enough, we will let anyone be doctor.
Everybody can write; writers can't do anything else.