As A Child I Was Middle-aged And

Humor Does Not Rescue Us From Unhappiness, But Enables Us To Move Back From It A Little.

Reputation Runs Behind The Current State Of Affairs.

With Decrepitude, Longevity Has Overshot The Mark.

Sometimes I Dread Loneliness More Than Bores. Other Times, The Reverse.

A Neurotic Can Neither Enjoy His Illusions Nor Give Them Up.