Luck: when your burst of energy doesn't run afoul of someone else's.

The chief reason for drinking is the desire to behave in a certain way, and to be able to blame it on alcohol.

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

The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.

Anywhere you go liking everyone, everyone will be likeable.

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

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.