The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.
The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.
A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.
Love requires a willingness to die; marriage, a willingness to live.
It's impossible to be loyal to your family, your friends, your country, and your principles, all at the same time.
We are seldom happy with what we now have, but would go to pieces if we lost any part of it.