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

As we grow older, our capacity for enjoyment shrinks, but not our appetite for it.

People will disapprove of you if you're unhappy, or if you're happy in The Wrong Way.

Nobody knows the trouble we've seen-but we keep trying to tell them.

Surrounded by people who love life, you love it too; surrounded by people who don't, you don't.

Age is a slowing down of everything except fear.

Neurotics think of the past with resentment, and the future with dread; the present just doesn't exist.