There are three iron links in the neurotic's chain: unloving, unlovable, unloved.
The know-nothings are, unfortunately, seldom the do-nothings.
At the beginning of a love affair, not even the neurotic is neurotic.
A doctor recently described to me "benign positional vertigo": it means you get dizzy in certain positions, but you can get over it without necessarily changing the position. Change "vertigo" to "anxiety," and you've summed up the neurotic's plight.
The trouble with women is men; the trouble with men, men.
We have to call it "freedom": who'd want to die for "a lesser tyranny"