Whenever You Do Something That Is Not

Introspection Is A Devouring Monster.

I Was Thinking Of My Patients, And How The Worst Moment For Them Was When They Discovered They Were Masters Of Their Own Fate. It Was Not A Matter Of Bad Or Good Luck. When They Could No Longer Blame Fate, They Were In Despair.

When I Don't Write, I Feel My World Shrink. I Lose My Fire, My Color.

One May Gain One Truth At The Expense Of Another.

A Trite Word Is An Overused Word Which Has Lost Its Identity Like An Old Coat In A Second-hand Shop. The Familiar Grows Dull And We No Longer See, Hear, Or Taste It.