It's terrifying to see someone inside of whom a vital spring seems to have been broken. It's particularly terrifying to see him in your mirror.

Neurotics think of the past with resentment, and the future with dread; the present just doesn't exist.

At the beginning of a love affair, not even the neurotic is neurotic.

After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage.

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

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

Some women love only what they can hold in their arms; others, only what they can't.