We Work For Praise, And

We Are Never More Self-righteous Than When Giving Up What We Should Have Shunned All Along.

Confession Is Good For The Conscience, But It Usually Bypasses The Soul.

Money: In Its Absence, We Are Coarse; In Its Presence, We Are Vulgar.

We Semaphore From Ship To Ship, But They're Sinking, Too.

The Neurotic Longs To Touch Bottom, So At Least He Won't Have That To Worry About Anymore.