So long as God reveals Himself, or doesn't, He is behaving like God.
The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.
Failure can get to be a rather comfortable old friend.
Neurotics think of the past with resentment, and the future with dread; the present just doesn't exist.
Anywhere you go liking everyone, everyone will be likeable.
Men enjoy being thought of as hunters, but are generally too lazy to hunt. Women, on the other hand, love to hunt, but would rather nobody knew it.