No one ever loved anyone the way that person wanted to be loved.
If you're a gifted flirt, talking about the price of eggs will do as well as any other subject.
We have to call it "freedom": who'd want to die for "a lesser tyranny"
The neurotic has perfect vision in one eye, but he cannot remember which.
Confession is good for the conscience, but it usually bypasses the soul.
We are irritated by rascals, intolerant of fools, and prepared to love the rest. But where are they?