Self-pity Dries Up Our Sympathy

The Ravaged Face In The Mirror Hides The Enchanting Youth That Is The Real Me.

To Jane Austen, Every Fool Is A Treasure Trove.

Complainers Change Their Complaints, But They Never Reduce The Amount Of Time Spent In Complaining.

Cheap Thrill: Moral Outrage Revels In Its Own Innocence And In The Guilt Of The Wicked Others.

Now That I See You Understand Me So Well, I Will Avoid You.