Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.

Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.

If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.

There are those whose sole claim to profundity is the discovery of exceptions to the rules.

Many a necklace becomes a noose.

Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.

We hew and saw and plane facts to make them dovetail with our prejudices, so that they become mere ornaments with which to parade our objectivity.