No Good Neurotic Finds It

The Neurotic Listens To Weather Reports About Small Craft Warnings, And He Thinks: They're Talking About Me.

Most Of Our Diversions Do Not So Much Delay Death As Accustom Us To It.

Learning Too Soon Our Limitations, We Never Learn Our Powers.

The Past Is Rich In Lessons From Which We Would Greatly Profit Except That The Present Is Always So Full Of Special Circumstances.

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