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

No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it.

Comfort, or revelation: God owes us one of these, but surely not both.

Men prefer brief praise, pitched high; women are satisfied with praise in a lower key, just so it goes on and on.

We can never at any time absorb more love than we're ready for.

Being neurotic is like shooting fish in a barrel, and missing them.

Neurotics always feel as though they were going way up or way down, which is odd in people going sideways.