Each day, the American housewife turns toward television as toward a lover. She feels guilty about it, and well she might, for he's covered with warts and is only after her money.
We come late, if at all, to wine and philosophy: whiskey and action are easier.
We catch frightful glimpses of ourselves in the hostile eyes of others.
Don't be yourself - be someone a little nicer.
The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.
Most of us would rather risk catastrophe than read the directions.