I don't mind arguing with myself. It's when I lose that it bothers me.
Faust complained about having two souls in his breast, but I harbor a whole crowd of them and they quarrel. It is like being in a republic.
I am thinking it right but beating it wrong.
Neurosis is an inner cleavage-the state of being at war with oneself.
My brain said no. But my heart!
There are certain nights you and your image just aren't in the same bed.
Happiness is mental harmony; unhappiness is mental inharmony.
What does your gut tell you?" "My gut and I aren't currently speaking to each other
We are sure to be losers when we argue with ourselves; it is a civil war, and in all such contentions, triumphs are defeats.
There is another man within me that's angry with me.
A discordant mind, black with confusion and despair, would finish me off as thoroughly as the cold.
