Neurotics Dream Of A Good Life, Or

Not For Nothing Does The Neurotic Suffer - But Not For Anything Very Much, Either.

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

Spring, Summer, And Fall Fill Us With Hope; Winter Alone Reminds Us Of The Human Condition.

Fields Can Lie Fallow But We Can't; We Have Less Time.

Nostalgia For What We Have Lost Is More Bearable Than Nostalgia For What We Have Never Had, For The First Involves Knowledge And Pleasure, The Second Only Ignorance And Pain.