The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.
At night, neurotics may toil not, but oh how they spin!
Few of us could bear to have ourselves for neighbors.
Minor vices lead to major ones, but minor virtues stay put.
Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.
If you are brave too often, people will come to expect it of you.