Women go to beauty parlors for the unmussed look men hate.

Nobody ever loved anybody like everybody wants to be loved.

The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.

The trouble with women is men; the trouble with men, men.

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

Men feel that women somehow drag them down, and women feel that way about men. It's possible that both are right.

At the beginning of a love affair, not even the neurotic is neurotic.