Every Group Feels Strong Once It Has

The Way The Neurotic Sees It: Bars On His Door Mean That He's Locked In; Bars On Your Door Mean That He's Locked Out.

Happiness Is Like The Penny Candy Of Our Youth: We Got A Lot More For Our Money Back When We Had No Money.

There Are So Many Things That We Wish We Had Done Yesterday, So Few That We Feel Like Doing Today.

The Fault We Admit To Is Seldom The Fault We Have, But It Has A Certain Relationship To It, A Somewhat Similar Shape, Like That Of A Sleeve To An Arm.

The Neurotic Usually Obeys His Own Golden Rule: Hate Thy Neighbor As Thyself.