Despair Is Anger With No Place To

Hate Leaves Ugly Scars, Love Leaves Beautiful Ones.

Most Of Us Would Rather Risk Catastrophe Than Read The Directions.

The Excesses Of Love Soon Pass, But Its Insufficiencies Torment Us Forever.

Many Of Us Are Equal To Life's Emergencies Who Cannot Bear Its Day-after-dayness.

The Neurotic Believes That Life Has Meaning, But That His Life Hasn't.