The way the neurotic sees it: bars on his door mean that he's locked in; bars on your door mean that he's locked out.

We come late, if at all, to wine and philosophy: whiskey and action are easier.

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

Neurotics have plenty of non-neurotic friends, but not for long.

Only where children gather is there any real chance of fun.

Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.

Many things can make you miserable for weeks; few can bring you a whole day of happiness.