People keep telling us about their love affairs, when what we really want to know is how much money they make and how they manage on it.

The neurotic doesn't know how to cope with his emotional bills; some he keeps paying over and over, others he never pays at all.

The neurotic thinks himself both Hamlet and Claudius, in a world that belongs to Polonius.

Neurotics are anxiety prone, accident prone, and often just prone.

If an article is attractive, or useful, or inexpensive, they'll stop making it tomorrow; if it's all three, they stopped making it yesterday.

All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men.

The neurotic listens to weather reports about Small Craft Warnings, and he thinks: They're talking about me.