If you see in your children most of your own faults, you have failed as a parent, but succeeded as a neurotic.

We cough because we can't help it, but others do it on purpose.

Not for nothing does the neurotic suffer - but not for anything very much, either.

Nobody knows the trouble we've seen-but we keep trying to tell them.

We semaphore from ship to ship, but they're sinking, too.

Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.

The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.