The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.
What a shame that allowances have to stop with the teens: both those that are paid to us and those that are made for us.
When the pain is great enough, we will let anyone be doctor.
Those who are brutally honest are seldom so with themselves.
We semaphore from ship to ship, but they're sinking, too.
If only we could be old and sick while we're still young and healthy enough to put up with it!