You Will Turn Over Many A Futile

Neurotics Dream Of A Good Life, Or A Great Suicide Note.

What You Have Become Is The Price You Paid To Get What You Used To Want.

They Threaten Me With Lung Cancer, And Still I Smoke And Smoke. If They'd Only Threaten Me With Hard Work, I Might Stop.

When The Pressures Really Mount, The Neurotic Must Choose: Shall He Have A Good Cry, Or Set Fire To His Neighbor's House?

Comfort, Or Revelation: God Owes Us One Of These, But Surely Not Both.