It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.

Show me a woman who doesn't feel guilty and I'll show you a man.

But he knew well enough that any man in the right circumstances could be dehumanised by panic.

What is so funny about us is precisely that we take ourselves too seriously. Laughter is the same and healthy response to the innocent foibles of men; and even to some which are not innocent.

When I heard that Hitler had problems with flatulence, it's funny. What - does that make him a funny man? No. It means he had funny moments when his rear end was speaking louder than his mouth.

Let's just agree any group of 3 or more handsome British men should be referred to as a 'cumberbatch.'

What else does anxiety about the future bring you but sorrow upon sorrow?

We like talking so much because we hope by our conversations to gain some mutual comfort, and because we seek to refresh our wearied spirits by variety of thoughts. And we very willingly talk and think of those things which we love or desire, or else of those which we most dislike.

If you go to a game nervous, you make a mistake.

fear brings about that which one is afraid of, and hyper-intention makes impossible what one wishes

As for the actual causation of neuroses, apart from constitutional elements, whether somatic or psychic in nature, such feedback mechanisms as anticipatory anxiety seem to be a major pathogenic factor. A given symptom is responded to by a phobia, the phobia triggers the symptom, and the symptom, in turn, reinforces the phobia.

It is curious how, at every crisis, some phrase which does not fit insists upon coming to the rescue--the penalty of living in an old civilisation with a notebook.