There's Something In Every Atheist, Itching To

The Neurotic Circles Ceaselessly Above A Fogged-in Airport.

It's Hard To Feel Middle-aged, Because How Can You Tell How Long You Are Going To Live?

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

Age Is A Slowing Down Of Everything Except Fear.

The Neurotic Thinks Himself Both Hamlet And Claudius, In A World That Belongs To Polonius.