A first-rate marriage is like a first-rate hotel: expensive, but worth it.

Men feel that women somehow drag them down, and women feel that way about men. It's possible that both are right.

We work for praise, and dawdle once we have it.

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

A productive marriage requires falling in enjoy numerous occasions, usually with the identical man or woman.

Age is a slowing down of everything except fear.

When the pressures really mount, the neurotic must choose: Shall he have a good cry, or set fire to his neighbor's house?