We can never understand other people's motives, nor their furniture.

Happiness is like the penny candy of our youth: we got a lot more for our money back when we had no money.

We waste a lot of time running after people we could have caught by just standing still.

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

Not for nothing does the neurotic suffer - but not for anything very much, either.

It's terrifying to see someone inside of whom a vital spring seems to have been broken. It's particularly terrifying to see him in your mirror.

Those who are brutally honest are seldom so with themselves.