The Neurotic Feels As Though Trapped In

Life Is A Mixed Blessing, Which We Vainly Try To Unmix.

How Tired God Must Be Of Guilt And Loneliness, For That Is All We Ever Bring To Him.

We'd All Like A Reputation For Generosity, And We'd All Like To Buy It Cheap.

The Neurotic Would Like To Trust His Analyst - If Only Because He's Paying Him So Much Money. But He Can't - Because If The Analyst Really Cared, He'd Be Doing It For Nothing.

In Church, Sacred Music Would Make Believers Of Us All — But Preachers Can Be Counted On To Restore The Balance.