Flesh goes on pleasuring us, and humiliating us, right to the end.
Creative work is one of life's greatest pleasures, and the only one we will gladly interrupt.
I've been hiding from God, and I'm appalled to find how easy it is.
If I knew why I worried so much, I wouldn't worry.
Neurotic quarrels always have the same theme-song: Hate me and get it over with.
The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.