We Lavish On Animals The Love We

If You Must Reread Old Love Letters, Better Pick A Room Without Mirrors.

Throughout Our Lives, We See In The Mirror The Same Innocent Trusting Face We Have Seen There Since Childhood.

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

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

The Neurotic Lies Awake At Night, Composing Letters To Those He Hates. He Seldom Thinks Of Dropping A Line To Those He Loves.