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

Women are afraid of mice and of murder, and of very little in between.

If you must reread old love letters, better pick a room without mirrors.

If an article is attractive, or useful, or inexpensive, they'll stop making it tomorrow; if it's all three, they stopped making it yesterday.

If only we could be old and sick while we're still young and healthy enough to put up with it!

A doctor recently described to me "benign positional vertigo": it means you get dizzy in certain positions, but you can get over it without necessarily changing the position. Change "vertigo" to "anxiety," and you've summed up the neurotic's plight.

Fields can lie fallow but we can't; we have less time.