Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.

Neurotics are sure that no one understands them, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?

I know which side my bread is buttered on: the side which falls on the carpet.

We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.

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.

Acedia is not in every dictionary; just in every heart.