The Neurotic Circles Ceaselessly Above A Fogged-in

Hate Leaves Ugly Scars, Love Leaves Beautiful Ones.

As We Are Human, We Can't Do What We Can't Do; As We're Neurotic, We Can't Do What We Can.

A Woman Ought To Look Up To Her Husband, If Only A Half-inch.

A Woman Asks Little Of Love: Only That She Be Able To Feel Like A Heroine.

At Night, Neurotics May Toil Not, But Oh How They Spin!