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

Tough and funny and a little bit kind: that is as near to perfection as a human being can be.

Youth is not enough. And love is not enough. And success is not enough. And, if we could achieve it, enough would not be enough.

What we love about love is the fever, which marriage puts to bed and cures.

If you have to do it every day, for God's sake learn to do it well.

The way the neurotic sees it: bars on his door mean that he's locked in; bars on your door mean that he's locked out.

There are three iron links in the neurotic's chain: unloving, unlovable, unloved.