When you were angry you had love in your eyes,/
when you were sad you had a dream in your voice,/
But now your giving me your window smile,/
I'm moving on, moving on you're getting phony.
The values by which we are to survive are not rules for just and unjust conduct, but are those deeper illuminations in whose light justice and injustice, good and evil, means and ends are seen in fearful sharpness of outline.
Concerning the body, there are at least as many, if not more, imaginary sick as really sick people. Concerning the mind, there are as many, if not more, imaginary sane people as really sane ones.