A woman asks little of love: only that she be able to feel like a heroine.

The two main hazards of psychoanalysis: that it might fail, and that if it succeeds, you'll never be able to forgive yourself for all those wasted years.

The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.

Whatever we worship, short of God, is sure to be our undoing.

People keep telling us about their love affairs, when what we really want to know is how much money they make and how they manage on it.

Every now and then you run across radiantly attractive people and you're delighted to find they adore you, till you realize that they adore just about everybody - and that's what's made them radiantly attractive.

Whether or not you love television, you've got to admit that it certainly loves itself.