Money: in its absence, we are coarse; in its presence, we are vulgar.

My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?

The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.

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

When women feel they have learned to forgive their mothers - and men, their fathers - all it usually means is that they've decided to allow themselves the same kind of behavior.

The neurotic doesn't know how to cope with his emotional bills; some he keeps paying over and over, others he never pays at all.

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.