The neurotic usually obeys his own Golden Rule: Hate thy neighbor as thyself.
We can never at any time absorb more love than we're ready for.
My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?
Pity all newlyweds. She cooks something nice for him, and he brings her flowers, and they kiss and think: How easy marriage is.
As we are human, we can't do what we can't do; as we're neurotic, we can't do what we can.
Men never know how tired they are till their wives sit them down for a nice long talk.