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.

I know which side my bread is buttered on: the side which falls on the carpet.

Puritans will never believe it, but life is full of disagreeable things that aren't even good for you.

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.

Anything you do from the heart enriches you, but sometimes not till years later.

The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.

Forget about calories - everything makes thin people thinner, and fat people fatter.