Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?

I suspect that our own faith in psychiatry will seem as touchingly quaint to the future as our grandparents' belief in phrenology seems now to us.

A psychiatrist is a fellow who asks a lot of expensive questions your wife asks for nothing.

Psychiatry is the care of the id by the odd.

The psychiatrist must become a fellow traveler with his patient.