No matter how many Christmas presents you give your child, there's always that terrible moment when he's opened the very last one. That's when he expects you to say, 'Oh yes, I almost forgot,' and take him out and show him the pony.

If I knew why I worried so much, I wouldn't worry.

They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke. If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop.

A woman asks little of love: only that she be able to feel like a heroine.

The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.

Tragedy isn't getting something, or failing to get it; it's losing something you already have.

How strange that the young should always think the world is against them - when in fact that is the only time it is for them.