The Young Do Not Need God, And

You Will Turn Over Many A Futile New Leaf Till You Learn We Must All Write On Scratched-out Pages.

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

We Are Keenly Aware Of The Faults Of Our Friends, But If They Like Us Enough It Doesn't Matter.

When "why Not Do It?" Barely Outweighs "why Do It?" — Don't Do It.

We Catch Frightful Glimpses Of Ourselves In The Hostile Eyes Of Others.