The Only Normal People Are The Ones

In This Case, The Neurotic Resembles A Human Being Who Looks Up To God, Commends Himself To His Ways, And Then Religiously Awaits How The Lord Will Guide Him; He Is Nailed To The Cross Of His Fiction.

The Widespread Belief That Yuppies As A Class Would Perish From Brie-cheese Poisoning Turned Out To Be Over-optimistic.

It Is One Of The Triumphs Of Human Wit ... To Conquer By Humility And Submissiveness ... To Make Oneself Small In Order To Appear Great ... Such ... Are Often The Expedients Of The Neurotic.

Far More Unwaveringly, The Neurotic Keeps Before His Eye His God, His Idol, His Ideal Of Personality And Clings To His Guiding Principle, Losing Sight In The Meanwhile Of Reality, Whereas The Normal Person Is Always Ready To Dispense With This Crutch, This Aid, And Reckon Unhampered With Reality.

There Is No Such Thing As Talent. There Is Pressure.