We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.

The soul may sleep and the body still be happy, but only in youth.

In the theater, as in life, we prefer a villain with a sense of humor to a hero without one.

If an article is attractive, or useful, or inexpensive, they'll stop making it tomorrow; if it's all three, they stopped making it yesterday.

We catch frightful glimpses of ourselves in the hostile eyes of others.

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.

The neurotic keeps minute track of his enemies; it is only his friends he is careless about.