All of me is beautiful, even the ugly, stupid, and disgusting parts. I am at one with my duality. Blessed are the flexible, for they can tie themselves into knots. Only a lack of imagination saves me from immobilizing myself with imaginary fears. I will strive to live each day as if it were my 50th birthday.
False hope is better than no hope at all.
A good scapegoat is almost as good as a solution. I'll find someone. The complete lack of evidence is the surest sign that the conspiracy is working. Becoming aware of my character defects leads me naturally to the next step of blaming my parents. To have a successful relationship, I must learn to make it look like I'm giving as much as I'm getting.