Neurotics are anxiety prone, accident prone, and often just prone.
We semaphore from ship to ship, but they're sinking, too.
Things are never so bad that they can't get worse. But they're sometimes so bad they can't get better.
Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.
All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men.
The neurotic keeps minute track of his enemies; it is only his friends he is careless about.