Affairs are just as disillusioning as marriage, and much less restful.
Confession is good for the conscience, but it usually bypasses the soul.
What a shame that allowances have to stop with the teens: both those that are paid to us and those that are made for us.
After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage.
Money: in its absence, we are coarse; in its presence, we are vulgar.
The neurotic circles ceaselessly above a fogged-in airport.