You can't sleep until noon with the proper elan unless you have some legitimate reason for staying up until three (parties don't count).

The real menace in dealing with a five-year-old is that in no time at all you begin to sound like a five-year-old.

If you have formed the habit of checking on every new diet that comes along, you will find that, mercifully, they all blur together, leaving you with only one definite piece of information: french-fried potatoes are out.

Don't be silly. I'm a mature, intelligent woman. Of course I'm afraid of my mother.

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs, it's just possible you haven't grasped the situation.

I have noticed that in plays where the characters on stage laugh a great deal, the people out front laugh very little.

To me having a party is something like having a baby. The fact that you got through the last one alive is not somehow sufficiently reassuring now.