As we grow older, our capacity for enjoyment shrinks, but not our appetite for it.

The plague of government is senile delinquency.

Neurosis is no worse than a bad cold; you ache all over, and it's made you a mess, but you won't die from it.

One of life's few really reliable pleasures: to have a family you love, and to leave them for a week.

Tragedy isn't getting something, or failing to get it; it's losing something you already have.

Men gossip less than women, but mean 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.