Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.

The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.

We are keenly aware of the faults of our friends, but if they like us enough it doesn't matter.

What's for dinner is the only question many husbands ask their wives, and the only one to which they care about the answer.

Desire is in men a hunger, in women only an appetite.

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.

Not for nothing does the neurotic suffer - but not for anything very much, either.