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.

Make a habit of telling the truth, or make a habit of lying: to decide each case on its own merits is exhausting, and hardly ever worth it.

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

Many beautiful women have been made happy by their own beauty, but no intelligent woman has ever been made happy by her own intelligence.

The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.

There's nothing wrong with most men's egos that the kowtowing of a headwaiter can't cure.

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