If you hate your lot but wouldn't trade it, it's not your lot you hate.

When the pressures really mount, the neurotic must choose: Shall he have a good cry, or set fire to his neighbor's house?

Women flirt to keep their stock high, men to get somewhere.

Your children tell you casually years later what it would have killed you with worry to know at the time.

Neurotics would like to sleep all the time, and to be awakened only when there is good news.

Philosophy teaches a man that he can't take it with him; taxes teach him he can't leave it behind either.

Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.