We Wake In The Night, To Stereophonic

Hate Leaves Ugly Scars, Love Leaves Beautiful Ones.

Tragedy Isn't Getting Something, Or Failing To Get It; It's Losing Something You Already Have.

Men Prefer Brief Praise, Pitched High; Women Are Satisfied With Praise In A Lower Key, Just So It Goes On And On.

Neurotics Think Of The Past With Resentment, And The Future With Dread; The Present Just Doesn't Exist.

The Past Is Rich In Lessons From Which We Would Greatly Profit Except That The Present Is Always So Full Of Special Circumstances.