The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

The Trouble With Therapy Is That It Makes Life Go Backwards.

Everyone In Me Is A Bird I Am Beating All My Wings

Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.

Watch Out For Love (unless It Is True, And Every Part Of You Says Yes Including The Toes), It Will Wrap You Up Like A Mummy, And Your Scream Won't Be Heard And None Of Your Running Will Run.

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.