Reason finds it difficult to take root in the arid soil of wrath.
Usually the things you dislike in a person are his defenses against fear.
Anxiety was comfortable to me because it was familiar. If none existed, unconsciously I stirred it up to destroy the unfamiliarity of calm.
The devil-ache of loneliness seldom deserts the bones of the angry.
Life for the unhappy is an endless search for 'the good parent,' one who will truly love him instead of making him afraid.
Flippancy may be a lance tilted in the face of fear.