We catch frightful glimpses of ourselves in the hostile eyes of others.
The fear of being laughed at makes cowards of us all.
Neurotics think of the past with resentment, and the future with dread; the present just doesn't exist.
The ideal home: big enough for you to hear the children, but not very well.
Neurotics always feel as though they were going way up or way down, which is odd in people going sideways.
Your money, or your life. We know what to do when a burglar makes this demand of us, but not when God does.