A hypochondriac is one who has a pill for everything except what ails him.

Your money, or your life. We know what to do when a burglar makes this demand of us, but not when God does.

Fields can lie fallow but we can't; we have less time.

As we grow older, our capacity for enjoyment shrinks, but not our appetite for it.

Few novels or plays could exist without at least one troublemaker in the group, and perhaps life couldn't either.

It must infuriate our children to see us always so much more forbearing with everybody else's.

You can't truthfully explain your smallest action without fully revealing your character.