When In Trouble, Mumble.

Everyone, In Some Small Sacred Sanctuary Of The Self, Is Nuts.

I Learned That It Is The Weak Who Are Cruel, And That Gentleness Is To Be Expected Only From The Strong.

I Cannot Believe That The Purpose Of Life Is To Be Happy. I Think The Purpose Of Life Is To Be Useful, To Be Responsible, To Be Compassionate. It Is, Above All To Matter, To Count, To Stand For Something, To Have Made Some Difference That You Lived At All.

Every Writer Is A Narcissist. This Does Not Mean That He Is Vain; It Only Means That He Is Hopelessly Self-absorbed.

When In Trouble, Mumble.