I just wish, when neither of us has written to my husband's mother, I didn't feel so much worse about it than he does.

When it comes to housework the one thing no book of household management can ever tell you is how to begin. Or maybe I mean why.

I am all for people having their heart in the right place; but the right place for a heart is not inside the head.

There are some circles in America where it seems to be more socially acceptable to carry a hand-gun than a packet of cigarettes.

I cannot for the life of me see why the umpires, the only two people on a cricket field who are not going to get grass stains on their knees, are the only two people allowed to wear dark trousers.

It beats me how Freud could say "What do women want?" as if we all must want the same thing.

I yield to no one in my admiration for the office as a social center, but it's no place actually to get any work done.