We Waste A Lot Of Time Running

The Fault We Admit To Is Seldom The Fault We Have, But It Has A Certain Relationship To It, A Somewhat Similar Shape, Like That Of A Sleeve To An Arm.

The Neurotic Believes That Life Has Meaning, But That His Life Hasn't.

Tough And Funny And A Little Bit Kind: That Is As Near To Perfection As A Human Being Can Be.

Few Novels Or Plays Could Exist Without At Least One Troublemaker In The Group, And Perhaps Life Couldn't Either.

Spiritual Sloth, Or Acedia, Was Known As The Sin Of The Middle Ages. It's The Sin Of My Middle Age, Too.