I Should Have Been Happy: I Wasn’t.

Dear Friend: I Have Nearly Died Three Times Since Morning.

Illness Is The Doctor To Whom We Pay Most Heed; To Kindness, To Knowledge, We Make Promise Only; Pain We Obey.

In Love, Happiness Is An Abnormal State.

Neurosis Has An Absolute Genius For Malingering. There Is No Illness Which It Cannot Counterfeit Perfectly. If It Is Capable Of Deceiving The Doctor, How Should It Fail To Deceive The Patient

The Fixity Of A Habit Is Generally In Direct Proportion To Its Absurdity.