The neurotic thinks himself both Hamlet and Claudius, in a world that belongs to Polonius.
Altruism is a hard master, but so is opportunism.
The know-nothings are, unfortunately, seldom the do-nothings.
People are like birds: on the wing, all beautiful; up close, all beady little eyes.
The neurotic usually obeys his own Golden Rule: Hate thy neighbor as thyself.
When "Why not do it?" barely outweighs "Why do it?" — don't do it.