All women are basically in competition with each other for a handful of eligible men.

No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it.

Happiness is like the penny candy of our youth: we got a lot more for our money back when we had no money.

Neurosis is no worse than a bad cold; you ache all over, and it's made you a mess, but you won't die from it.

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

If I knew why I worried so much, I wouldn't worry.

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.