Whenever we safely land in a plane, we promise God a little something.
We climb mountains because they are there, and worship God because He is not.
If I knew why I worried so much, I wouldn't worry.
We are keenly aware of the faults of our friends, but if they like us enough it doesn't matter.
I'm afraid to win, and afraid to lose; I hate a draw and can't stop competing; otherwise I'm fine.
A doctor recently described to me "benign positional vertigo": it means you get dizzy in certain positions, but you can get over it without necessarily changing the position. Change "vertigo" to "anxiety," and you've summed up the neurotic's plight.