The time to begin most things is ten years ago.

Whether or not you love television, you've got to admit that it certainly loves itself.

Neurosis is no worse than a bad cold; you ache all over, and it's made you a mess, but you won't die from it.

The fault we admit to is seldom the fault we have, but it has a certain relationship to it, a somewhat similar shape, like that of a sleeve to an arm.

We climb mountains because they are there, and worship God because He is not.

After he has had his tantrum, the neurotic expects those around him to feel friendly and relaxed; after all, he does.

We are like people with short-term leases on summer cottages; we can never seem to make our provisions come out even with our stay.