God doesn't measure His bounty, but oh how we do!
We choose those we like; with those we love, we have no say in the matter.
We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.
We can never at any time absorb more love than we're ready for.
The chief reason for drinking is the desire to behave in a certain way, and to be able to blame it on alcohol.
The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.