The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.

Neurotics are sure that no one understands them, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

A woman ought to look up to her husband, if only a half-inch.

As we are human, we can't do what we can't do; as we're neurotic, we can't do what we can.

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.

If it came true, it wasn't much of a dream.

We come late, if at all, to wine and philosophy: whiskey and action are easier.