Spite is never lonely; envy always tags along.

Good food, good sex, good digestion, good sleep: to these basic animal pleasures, man has added nothing but the good cigarette.

The neurotic's strongest fantasy is that he has no fantasies. The real is very real to him, the unreal even more so.

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 welcome passion, for the mind is briefly let off duty.

Neurotic quarrels always have the same theme-song: Hate me and get it over with.

The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.