In Retrospect, Our Triumphs Could As Easily

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

The Neurotic Feels As Though Trapped In A Gas-filled Room Where At Any Moment Someone, Probably Himself, Will Strike A Match.

We Waste A Lot Of Time Running After People We Could Have Caught By Just Standing Still.

Mumps, Measles, And Puppy Love Are Terrible After Twenty.

We Cough Because We Can't Help It, But Others Do It On Purpose.