Money: in its absence, we are coarse; in its presence, we are vulgar.
Anything you lose automatically doubles in value.
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.
Neurotics have plenty of non-neurotic friends, but not for long.
Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.
Minor vices lead to major ones, but minor virtues stay put.