The Secret Of Human Happiness Is Not

The Repressed Memory Is Like A Noisy Intruder Being Thrown Out Of The Concert Hall. You Can Throw Him Out, But He Will Bang On The Door And Continue To Disturb The Concert. The Analyst Opens The Door And Says, If You Promise To Behave Yourself, You Can Come Back In.

Great Innovators And Original Thinkers And Artists Attract The Wrath Of Mediocrities As Lightning Rods Draw The Flashes.

Women In General Want To Be Loved For What They Are And Men For What They Accomplish.

The Lover Is A Monotheist Who Knows That Other People Worship Different Gods But Cannot Himself Imagine That There Could Be Other Gods.

The Secret Of Human Happiness Is Not In Self-seeking But In Self-forgetting.