The Realism Of Failure, The Romance Of

Ideas About Life Organize Perception; Names Of Emotions Organize Sensations; Rules Of Syntax Organize Thought. But Pain Comes On Its Own.

Compassion Brings Us To A Stop, And For A Moment We Rise Above Ourselves.

Shaw Writes As If It Were Always Midday.

Complainers Change Their Complaints, But They Never Reduce The Amount Of Time Spent In Complaining.

Full Of Troubles, The Mind Is Still The Only Garden Of Delight.