Women are afraid of mice and of murder, and of very little in between.

We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.

Men enjoy being thought of as hunters, but are generally too lazy to hunt. Women, on the other hand, love to hunt, but would rather nobody knew it.

When you let money speak for you, it drowns out anything else you meant to say.

Men prefer brief praise, pitched high; women are satisfied with praise in a lower key, just so it goes on and on.

We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.

Pity all newlyweds. She cooks something nice for him, and he brings her flowers, and they kiss and think: How easy marriage is.