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.
God is less careful than General Motors, for He floods the world with factory rejects.
If you must reread old love letters, better pick a room without mirrors.
We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.
When the pain is great enough, we will let anyone be doctor.
Neurotics are sure that no one understands them, and they wouldn't have it any other way.