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.
Men never know how tired they are till their wives sit them down for a nice long talk.
We semaphore from ship to ship, but they're sinking, too.
God and the devil lose to a common enemy: inertia.
There's no way to repay a mother's love, or lack of it.