With each passing year, one has less to say, and knows better how to say it.

Even in the same family, one child will always instinctively know when to ask for things, and another won't.

When the pressures really mount, the neurotic must choose: Shall he have a good cry, or set fire to his neighbor's house?

They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke. If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop.

Revenge leads to an empty fullness, like eating dirt.

We work for praise, and dawdle once we have it.

The neurotic always wishes people would let him alone - until they do.