With each passing year, one has less to say, and knows better how to say it.
The woman just ahead of you at the supermarket checkout has all the delectable groceries you didn't even know they carried.
We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.
Those who are brutally honest are seldom so with themselves.
Others settle for small rewards; the neurotic must always go for broke.
After he has had his tantrum, the neurotic expects those around him to feel friendly and relaxed; after all, he does.