Long Day's Journey Into Night
James! I tried so hard! I tried so hard! Please believe--! (2.1.123)
There ought to be a law to keep men like him from practicing. He hasn't the slightest idea – When you're in agony and half insane, he sits and holds your hand and delivers sermons on will power! […] He deliberately humiliates you! He makes you beg and plead! He treats you like a criminal! He understands nothing! And yet it was exactly the same type of cheap quack who first gave you the medicine – and you never knew what it was until too late!
I hate doctors! They'll do anything – anything to keep you coming to them. They'll sell their souls! What's worse, they'll sell yours, and you never know it till one day you find yourself in hell!
If your mother had prayed, too – She hasn't denied her faith, but she's forgotten it, until now there's no strength of the spirit left in her to fight against the curse.
Then dully resigned.
But what's the good of talk? We've lived with this before and now we must again. There's no help for it.
Only I wish she hadn't led me to hope this time. By God, I never will again!