We Are Never More Self-righteous Than When

Others Settle For Small Rewards; The Neurotic Must Always Go For Broke.

In The Arithmetic Of Love, One Plus One Equals Everything, And Two Minus One Equals Nothing.

The Fault We Admit To Is Seldom The Fault We Have, But It Has A Certain Relationship To It, A Somewhat Similar Shape, Like That Of A Sleeve To An Arm.

Anywhere You Go Liking Everyone, Everyone Will Be Likeable.

The Fear Of Being Laughed At Makes Cowards Of Us All.