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

An artist usually has no friends except other artists, and usually they do not like his work.

The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.

Creative work is one of life's greatest pleasures, and the only one we will gladly interrupt.

It's easy enough to get along with a loved and loving child - at least till you try to get him to do something.

The fear of being laughed at makes cowards of us all.

Without enthusiasm, virtue functions not at all, and vice only poorly.