The Head Never Rules The

The First Two Days Of A Vacation Are Endless; Then It Flies.

When Suffering Comes, We Yearn For Some Sign From God, Forgetting We Have Just Had One.

Neurotic Quarrels Always Have The Same Theme-song: Hate Me And Get It Over With.

The Way The Neurotic Sees It: Bars On His Door Mean That He's Locked In; Bars On Your Door Mean That He's Locked Out.

For The Happiest Life, Days Should Be Rigorously Planned, Nights Left Open To Chance.