The three horrors of modern life - talk without meaning, desire without love, work without satisfaction.

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.

Nobody ever loved anybody like everybody wants to be loved.

The way the neurotic sees it: bars on his door mean that he's locked in; bars on your door mean that he's locked out.

Vanity, revenge, loneliness, boredom, all apply: lust is one of the least of the reasons for promiscuity.

How strange that the young should always think the world is against them - when in fact that is the only time it is for them.

The two main hazards of psychoanalysis: that it might fail, and that if it succeeds, you'll never be able to forgive yourself for all those wasted years.