It does not undo harm to acknowledge that we have done it; but it undoes us not to acknowledge 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.

How can a man marry wisely in his twenties? The girl he's going to wind up wanting hasn't even been born.

We choose those we like; with those we love, we have no say in the matter.

We waste a lot of time running after people we could have caught by just standing still.

In any family, measles are less contagious than bad habits.

The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.