The three horrors of modern life - talk without meaning, desire without love, work without satisfaction.

In retrospect, our triumphs could as easily have happened to someone else; but our defeats are uniquely our own.

The ideal home: big enough for you to hear the children, but not very well.

People keep telling us about their love affairs, when what we really want to know is how much money they make and how they manage on it.

When we discuss those we love with those who do not love them, the end of love is near.

If your children spend most of their time in other people's houses, you're lucky; if they all congregate at your house, you're blessed.

At night, neurotics may toil not, but oh how they spin!