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Where There Is Too Much, Something Is Missing.

O, To Be Sure, We Laugh Less And Play Less And Wear Uncomfortable Disguises Like Adults, But Beneath The Costume Is The Child We Always Are, Whose Needs Are Simple, Whose Daily Life Is Still Best Described By Fairy Tales.

We See Things As We Are, Not As They Are.

Everyone, In Some Small Sacred Sanctuary Of The Self, Is Nuts.

Happiness Comes Only When We Push Our Brains And Hearts To The Farthest Reaches Of Which We Are Capable.