It's a pity more men are not bastards by birth instead of vocation.

In hell they will bore you, in heaven you will bore them.

I suppose we all share this pipe-dream of being able to reach out a hand and find anything at will; what is amazing is that we think that good filing could somehow make it comes true. On the contrary: putting a letter into a filing system is like releasing your ferret in the Hampton Court maze.

The wind of change, whatever it is, blows most freely through an open mind.

Perennials are the ones that grow like weeds, biennials are the ones that die this year instead of next and hardy annuals are the ones that never come up at all.

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

A food is not necessarily essential just because your child hates it.