The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.
What you can't get out of, get into wholeheartedly.
The trouble with women is men; the trouble with men, men.
There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.
If you have to do it every day, for God's sake learn to do it well.
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.