I never set out to make men a career; it just happened that way.
Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.
If I asked for a cup of coffee, someone would search for the double meaning.
... love is banality to all outsiders.
Dennis Thatcher, husband of Margaret Thatcher, when asked who wore the pants in his house, said "I do, and I also wash and iron them." I only like two kinds of men; domestic and foreign.
Virtue has its own reward, but no sale at the box office.