My Thoughts, I Guess, Are

If You Must Reread Old Love Letters, Better Pick A Room Without Mirrors.

How Tired God Must Be Of Guilt And Loneliness, For That Is All We Ever Bring To Him.

If I Knew What I Was So Anxious About, I Wouldn't Be So Anxious.

With Men, As With Women, The Main Struggle Is Between Vanity And Comfort; But With Men, Comfort Often Wins.

We Can Never Understand Other People's Motives, Nor Their Furniture.