Life Is A Mixed Blessing, Which We

The Past Is Strapped To Our Backs. We Do Not Have To See It; We Can Always Feel It.

The Neurotic Feels As Though Trapped In A Gas-filled Room Where At Any Moment Someone, Probably Himself, Will Strike A Match.

We Have A Terror Of Seeming To Exert Ourselves, Lest It Be Noticed That We Exerted Ourselves And Did Not Succeed.

If Your Children Spend Most Of Their Time In Other People's Houses, You're Lucky; If They All Congregate At Your House, You're Blessed.

Tough And Funny And A Little Bit Kind: That Is As Near To Perfection As A Human Being Can Be.