Not for nothing does the neurotic suffer - but not for anything very much, either.

Happiness is like the penny candy of our youth: we got a lot more for our money back when we had no money.

In life, as in restaurants, we swallow a lot of indigestible stuff just because it comes with the dinner.

There's no way to repay a mother's love, or lack of it.

My doctor is nice; every time I see him, I'm ashamed of what I think of doctors in general.

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

The neurotic longs to touch bottom, so at least he won't have that to worry about anymore.