Neurotic quarrels always have the same theme-song: Hate me and get it over with.
The know-nothings are, unfortunately, seldom the do-nothings.
Every group feels strong once it has found a scapegoat.
The first-rate mind is always curious, compassionate, original, and pessimistic.
When threatened, the first thing a democracy gives up is democracy.
We often pray to be better, when in truth we only want to feel better.
Goods are displayed by thousands of shopkeepers with a sense of beauty that finds no other outlet.
After he has had his tantrum, the neurotic expects those around him to feel friendly and relaxed; after all, he does.
Women polish the silver and water the plants and wait to be really needed.
Women go to beauty parlors for the unmussed look men hate.
My religious position: I think that God could do a lot better, and I’m willing to give Him the chance.
I’m always there to tell people that their life is not that bad. I wish it was easy to follow that advice.
There are now electrical appliances with the main unit so sealed in that it cannot be got at for repair. There have always been human beings like that.
We come late, if at all, to wine and philosophy: whiskey and action are easier.
In retrospect, our triumphs could as easily have happened to someone else; but our defeats are uniquely our own.
Learn a little of anything, and you’re ready to proselytize.
One day you are an apprentice, and everybody’s pet; the next, you are coldly expected to deliver. There is never sufficient warning that the second day is coming.
Always live up to your standards – by lowering them, if necessary.
I know which side my bread is buttered on: the side which falls on the carpet.
Neurotics dream of a good life, or a great suicide note.