Naturally, the neurotic wants you to love him twice as much, for he's going to cut it in half anyway.

When we discuss those we love with those who do not love them, the end of love is near.

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

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

Creative work is one of life's greatest pleasures, and the only one we will gladly interrupt.

Most of us would rather risk catastrophe than read the directions.

People find it hard to be both comic and serious, though life manages it easily enough.