Oh, the things that go through my mind that I never say. Oh, the things I say that never go through my mind.
A paranoid thinks that sinister forces are out to get him, not realizing that they are out to get everybody.
I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers.
O, how much simpler things would be If eyes could paint or brush could see.
In a soulmate we find not company but a completed solitude.
Never point a finger where you never lent a hand.