And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses — would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories? – Rainer Maria Rilke
Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. – Pierce Harris, Atlanta Journal
A neurotic is a man who builds a castle in the air. A psychotic is the man who lives in it. A psychiatrist is the man who collects the rent. – Jerome Lawrence
