The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.
The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.
Pull yourself together' is seldom said to anyone who can.
The fault we admit to is seldom the fault we have, but it has a certain relationship to it, a somewhat similar shape, like that of a sleeve to an arm.
When we discuss those we love with those who do not love them, the end of love is near.
Puritans will never believe it, but life is full of disagreeable things that aren't even good for you.