The poor have the same basic pleasures as the rich, and the rich will always resent it.

The next voice you hear will undoubtedly be your own.

We have a terror of seeming to exert ourselves, lest it be noticed that we exerted ourselves and did not succeed.

We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.

The neurotic would like to trust his analyst - if only because he's paying him so much money. But he can't - because if the analyst really cared, he'd be doing it for nothing.

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

What you can't get out of, get into wholeheartedly.