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.

In youth we are plagued by desire; in later years, by the desire to feel desire.

Confession is good for the conscience, but it usually bypasses the soul.

I'm afraid to win, and afraid to lose; I hate a draw and can't stop competing; otherwise I'm fine.

The hardest-learned lesson: that people have only their kind of love to give, not our kind.

The next voice you hear will undoubtedly be your own.

All women are basically in competition with each other for a handful of eligible men.