Most Self-laceration Is More Noisy Than Painful.

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.

To Postpone Unpleasantness Is Human; To Forget It Is Divine.

Self-satisfaction And Self-pity Are Both Condemned. What Are People Permitted To Feel About Themselves?

Intelligence Complicates. Wisdom Simplifies.

The Psychiatrist's Office: The Only Place I Can Be Sure My Story Will Be Treated As Sad, But Interesting.