The Neurotic Circles Ceaselessly Above A Fogged-in

Anywhere You Go Liking Everyone, Everyone Will Be Likeable.

We Are Irritated By Rascals, Intolerant Of Fools, And Prepared To Love The Rest. But Where Are They?

The Neurotic Thinks Himself Both Hamlet And Claudius, In A World That Belongs To Polonius.

As We Grow Older, Our Capacity For Enjoyment Shrinks, But Not Our Appetite For It.

Tragedy Isn't Getting Something, Or Failing To Get It; It's Losing Something You Already Have.