Regrets are as personal as fingerprints.

You wouldn't be caught wearing cheap perfume, would you? Then why do you want to wear cheap perfume in your conduct?

She never quite leaves her children at home, even when she doesn't take them along.

I don't believe that it's true that the poor will always be with us. I think that kind of pious fatalism is just an excuse for keeping things the way they are.

It isn't easy to be the person who sometimes has to try to preserve your happiness at the expense of your fun.

What does one save for, anyhow? For a few tired hours at the end of life when one sits and counts dollars? Or do we save so that those last years will not be mentally barren or esthetically shabby? I try to save a few things to furnish my mind decently, on the theory that no auctioneer can get in there to sell off all the furniture.

Cleaning up with children around is like shoveling during a blizzard