Most of our diversions do not so much delay death as accustom us to it.
When "Why not do it?" barely outweighs "Why do it?" — don't do it.
Confession is good for the conscience, but it usually bypasses the soul.
After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage.
We are like people with short-term leases on summer cottages; we can never seem to make our provisions come out even with our stay.
There are three iron links in the neurotic's chain: unloving, unlovable, unloved.