We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.
We can never understand other people's motives, nor their furniture.
Many who would not take the last cookie would take the last lifeboat.
Neurosis is no worse than a bad cold; you ache all over, and it's made you a mess, but you won't die from it.
Learn a little of anything, and you're ready to proselytize.
The neurotic believes that life has meaning, but that his life hasn't.