Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.

Your idea of bliss is to wake up on a Monday morning knowing you haven't a single engagement for the entire week. You are cradled in a white paper cocoon tied up with typewriter ribbon.

The astronomers tell us that other planets are gifted with two - four - even nine lavish moons. Imagine the romantic possibilities of nine moons.

In New York the sky is bluer, and the grass is greener, and the girls are prettier, and the steaks are thicker, and the buildings are higher, and the streets are wider, and the air is finer, than the sky, or the grass, or the girls, or the steaks, or the air of any place else in the world.

Does one eat peanuts at a ball game?' 'It ain't hardly legal if you don't.

No woman ought to pretend she's intelligent. And if she is she ought to have the intelligence to pretend she isn't.

If men ever discovered how tough women actually are, they would be scared to death.