They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke. If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop.

Women flirt to keep their stock high, men to get somewhere.

Says the rude child: "No, I won't do it." Says the courteous grown-up: "Yes, I won't do it.

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

After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage.

There are three iron links in the neurotic's chain: unloving, unlovable, unloved.

The neurotic's strongest fantasy is that he has no fantasies. The real is very real to him, the unreal even more so.