People are like birds: on the wing, all beautiful; up close, all beady little eyes.
If it came true, it wasn't much of a dream.
The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.
The neurotic believes that life has meaning, but that his life hasn't.
We have a terror of seeming to exert ourselves, lest it be noticed that we exerted ourselves and did not succeed.
Your money, or your life. We know what to do when a burglar makes this demand of us, but not when God does.