When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.

The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.

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.

After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage.

If your husband expects you to laugh, do so; if he expects you to cry, don't; if you don't know what he expects, what are you doing married?

Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.

We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.