Love requires a willingness to die; marriage, a willingness to live.

An artist usually has no friends except other artists, and usually they do not like his work.

The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.

It's easy enough to get along with a loved and loving child - at least till you try to get him to do something.

Neurotics are always looking for something new to overdo.

The neurotic thinks himself both Hamlet and Claudius, in a world that belongs to Polonius.

One day you are an apprentice, and everybody's pet; the next, you are coldly expected to deliver. There is never sufficient warning that the second day is coming.