Puritans will never believe it, but life is full of disagreeable things that aren't even good for you.

The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.

There are now electrical appliances with the main unit so sealed in that it cannot be got at for repair. There have always been human beings like that.

The neurotic keeps minute track of his enemies; it is only his friends he is careless about.

Each day, the American housewife turns toward television as toward a lover. She feels guilty about it, and well she might, for he's covered with warts and is only after her money.

The neurotic believes that life has meaning, but that his life hasn't.

An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners' names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought.