We Participate In A Tragedy; At A

Hug Me Till You Drug Me, Honey; Kiss Me Till I'm In A Coma.

Thought Is Barred In This City Of Dreadful Joy And Conversation Is Unknown.

... One Reads, Above All, To Prevent Oneself Thinking.

On No Account Brood Over Your Wrongdoing. Rolling In The Muck Is Not The Best Way Of Getting Clean.

Happiness Is Not Achieved By The Conscious Pursuit Of Happiness; It Is Generally The By-product Of Other Activities.