When the pressures really mount, the neurotic must choose: shall he have a good cry or set fire to his neighbor’s house?
Love, like money, is offered most freely to those in least need of it.
During his moment of euphoria, the neurotic always feels — in the teeth of the evidence — that that is his normal state.
Nobody wants constructive criticism; it’s all we can do to put up with constructive praise.
Women are good listeners, but it’s a waste of time telling your troubles to a man unless there is something specific you want him to do.
No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it.
My bootstraps have taken me the usual distance.
No good neurotic finds it difficult to be both opinionated and indecisive.