A first-rate marriage is like a first-rate hotel: expensive, but worth it.

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

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

Things are never so bad that they can't get worse. But they're sometimes so bad they can't get better.

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

When their children fail to charm others, few parents can stay neutral.

People keep telling us about their love affairs, when what we really want to know is how much money they make and how they manage on it.