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

There's something in every atheist, itching to believe, and something in every believer, itching to doubt.

An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners' names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought.

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

The neurotic would like to trust his analyst - if only because he's paying him so much money. But he can't - because if the analyst really cared, he'd be doing it for nothing.

Theatre audiences can't be made to think and cry: at best, they can be made to think and laugh, or to feel and cry.

We often pray to be better, when in truth we only want to feel better.