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

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

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

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

If you can tell anyone about it, it's not the worst thing you ever did.

Many of us are equal to life's emergencies who cannot bear its day-after-dayness.

Life marks us all down, so it's just as well that we start out by overpricing ourselves.