The Young Are Generally Full

Surrounded By People Who Love Life, You Love It Too; Surrounded By People Who Don't, You Don't.

The Young Do Not Need God, And The Old Cannot Find Him.

We Sometimes Feel That We Have Been Really Understood, But It Was Always Long Ago, By Someone Now Dead.

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

If Your Children Spend Most Of Their Time In Other People's Houses, You're Lucky; If They All Congregate At Your House, You're Blessed.