I know which side my bread is buttered on: the side which falls on the carpet.
I'm afraid to win, and afraid to lose; I hate a draw and can't stop competing; otherwise I'm fine.
Love requires a willingness to die; marriage, a willingness to live.
The trouble with women is men; the trouble with men, men.
The neurotic believes that life has meaning, but that his life hasn't.
When "Why not do it?" barely outweighs "Why do it?" — don't do it.