Women gather together to wear silly hats, eat dainty food, and forget how unresponsive their husbands are. Men gather to talk sports, eat heavy food, and forget how demanding their wives are. Only where children gather is there any real chance of fun.

The young do not need God, and the old cannot find Him.

Few novels or plays could exist without at least one troublemaker in the group, and perhaps life couldn't either.

When "Why not do it?" barely outweighs "Why do it?" — don't do it.

One of life's few really reliable pleasures: to have a family you love, and to leave them for a week.

Your best work always seems to have been done by someone else.

Comfort, or revelation: God owes us one of these, but surely not both.