Few of us could bear to have ourselves for neighbors.

We are never more self-righteous than when giving up what we should have shunned all along.

Elegimos aquellos que nos gusta, con los que amamos, no tenemos voz en el asunto.

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

Neurotics have plenty of non-neurotic friends, but not for long.

The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.

At night, neurotics may toil not, but oh how they spin!