At Night, Neurotics May Toil Not, But

Men Prefer Brief Praise, Pitched High; Women Are Satisfied With Praise In A Lower Key, Just So It Goes On And On.

Our Strength Is Often Composed Of The Weakness That We're Damned If We're Going To Show.

Failure Can Get To Be A Rather Comfortable Old Friend.

The Neurotic Feels As Though Trapped In A Gas-filled Room Where At Any Moment Someone, Probably Himself, Will Strike A Match.

We Have A Terror Of Seeming To Exert Ourselves, Lest It Be Noticed That We Exerted Ourselves And Did Not Succeed.