It must infuriate our children to see us always so much more forbearing with everybody else's.

Love requires a willingness to die; marriage, a willingness to live.

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

At night, neurotics may toil not, but oh how they spin!

Throughout our lives, we see in the mirror the same innocent trusting face we have seen there since childhood.

Every day of our lives we are on the verge of making those slight changes that would make all the difference.

We cough because we can't help it, but others do it on purpose.