Only where children gather is there any real chance of fun.

Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.

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

The neurotic always wishes people would let him alone - until they do.

The neurotic's strongest fantasy is that he has no fantasies. The real is very real to him, the unreal even more so.

The three horrors of modern life - talk without meaning, desire without love, work without satisfaction.

In retrospect, our triumphs could as easily have happened to someone else; but our defeats are uniquely our own.