There Is No Such Thing As Security.

Every Time A Woman Makes Herself Laugh At Her Husband's Often-told Jokes She Betrays Him. The Man Who Looks At His Woman And Says 'what Would I Do Without You?' Is Already Destroyed.

Freud Is The Father Of Psychoanalysis. It Had No Mother.

Love, Love, Love – All The Wretched Cant Of It, Masking Egotism, Lust, Masochism, Fantasy Under A Mythology Of Sentimental Postures, A Welter Of Self-induced Miseries And Joys, Blinding And Masking The Essential Personalities In The Frozen Gestures Of Courtship, In The Kissing And The Dating And The Desire, The Compliments And The Quarrels Which Vivify Its Barrenness.

If The Next Time Our Governments Propose To Make War On A Helpless Civilian Population We Were To Uncover Our Grief And Guilt Instead Of Our Anger, How Much Difference Might We Make?

The Treatment For Jaded Sensibilities Is Not To Shatter Them, After All.