If the second marriage really succeeds, the first one didn't really fail.

We are all born brave, trusting and greedy, and most of us remain greedy.

Courage doesn't know what's around the corner, but goes around it anyway.

The neurotic has perfect vision in one eye, but he cannot remember which.

Women polish the silver and water the plants and wait to be really needed.

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

A first-rate marriage is like a first-rate hotel: expensive, but worth it.

No good neurotic finds it difficult to be both opinionated and indecisive.

A hypochondriac is one who has a pill for everything except what ails him.

We choose those we like; with those we love, we have no say in the matter.

We're seldom drawn to a character we admire; only to a personality we like.

The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.

What we love about love is the fever, which marriage puts to bed and cures.

The ideal home: big enough for you to hear the children, but not very well.

Women are the right age for just a few years; men, for most of their lives.

All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men.

Don't ask others to forgive in you a sin they're dying to commit themselves.

With each passing year, one has less to say, and knows better how to say it.

After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage.

We climb mountains because they are there, and worship God because He is not.

The neurotic usually obeys his own Golden Rule: Hate thy neighbor as thyself.

We'd all like a reputation for generosity, and we'd all like to buy it cheap.

A love that lasts for twenty years may be better than love, but it isn't love.

I know which side my bread is buttered on: the side which falls on the carpet.

Of all second-class citizens, neurotics are the only ones who are so by choice.

We come late, if at all, to wine and philosophy: whiskey and action are easier.

Be glad that you're greedy; the national economy would collapse if you weren't.

The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.

When you let money speak for you, it drowns out anything else you meant to say.

The young are generally full of revolt, and are often pretty revolting about it.

Anything you do from the heart enriches you, but sometimes not till years later.

In youth we are plagued by desire; in later years, by the desire to feel desire.

We would all like a reputation for generosity and we'd all like to buy it cheap.

Neurotic quarrels always have the same theme-song: Hate me and get it over with.

The first-rate mind is always curious, compassionate, original, and pessimistic.

There are three iron links in the neurotic's chain: unloving, unlovable, unloved.

Many of us are equal to life's emergencies who cannot bear its day-after-dayness.

Elegimos aquellos que nos gusta, con los que amamos, no tenemos voz en el asunto.

A woman will do anything to keep a pretty figure, but hardly anything to get one.

A critic can only review the book he has read, not the one which the writer wrote.

True remorse is never just a regret over consequences; it is a regret over motive.

As we grow older, our capacity for enjoyment shrinks, but not our appetite for it.

Not for nothing does the neurotic suffer - but not for anything very much, either.

Every American child should grow up knowing a second language, preferably English.

Women usually love what they buy, yet hate two-thirds of what is in their closets.

The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.

Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.

People are like birds: on the wing, all beautiful; up close, all beady little eyes.

We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.

No one really listens to anyone else, and if you try it for a while you'll see why.

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