Look at it this way: Psychoanalysis is a permanent fad.
Life is a crowded superhighway with bewildering cloverleaf exits on which a man is liable to find himself speeding back in the direction he came.
I wondered whether any woman could be happy with a man who says 'folderol'.
We pay for security with boredom, for adventure with bother.
It is the final proof of God's omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.
Love's blindness consists oftener in seeing what is not there than in seeing what is.