The neurotic keeps minute track of his enemies; it is only his friends he is careless about.
Women who feel naked without their lipstick are well over thirty.
The neurotic longs to touch bottom, so at least he won’t have that to worry about anymore.
As we are human, we can’t do what we can’t do; as we’re neurotic, we can’t do what we can.
Naturally, the neurotic wants you to love him twice as much, for he’s going to cut it in half anyway.
If the second marriage really succeeds, the first one didn’t really fail.
We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.
Things are never so bad that they can’t get worse. But they’re sometimes so bad they can’t get better.
No matter how brilliantly an idea is stated, we will not really be moved unless we have already half thought of it ourselves.
Many are saved from sin by being so inept at it.
It took man thousands of years to put words down on paper, and his lawyers still wish he wouldn’t.
Not for nothing does the neurotic suffer – but not for anything very much, either.
I’m glad I don’t have to explain to a man from Mars why each day I set fire to dozens of little pieces of paper, and then put them in my mouth.
Creative work is one of life’s greatest pleasures, and the only one we will gladly interrupt.
Humiliation is a vast country of imprecise boundaries. If you think you’re there, you are. The neurotic rule: when in doubt, go ahead and feel humiliated.
If only we could be old and sick while we’re still young and healthy enough to put up with it!
We can never understand other people’s motives, nor their furniture.
In the theater, as in life, we prefer a villain with a sense of humor to a hero without one.
One of life’s few really reliable pleasures: to have a family you love, and to leave them for a week.
When we discuss those we love with those who do not love them, the end of love is near.