Every Seeming Equality Conceals A Hierarchy.

One Eventually Has Enough Even Of Oneself.

The Hysterical Find Too Much Significance In Things. The Depressed Find Too Little.

Melancholy Is As Seductive As Ecstasy.

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.

Self-realization Sounds Good. But What If Only An Enraged Dwarf Emerges?