One of life's few really reliable pleasures: to have a family you love, and to leave them for a week.

If your children spend most of their time in other people's houses, you're lucky; if they all congregate at your house, you're blessed.

Be glad that you're greedy; the national economy would collapse if you weren't.

The woman just ahead of you at the supermarket checkout has all the delectable groceries you didn't even know they carried.

Women gather together to wear silly hats, eat dainty food, and forget how unresponsive their husbands are. Men gather to talk sports, eat heavy food, and forget how demanding their wives are. Only where children gather is there any real chance of fun.

Many of us are equal to life's emergencies who cannot bear its day-after-dayness.

A doctor recently described to me "benign positional vertigo": it means you get dizzy in certain positions, but you can get over it without necessarily changing the position. Change "vertigo" to "anxiety," and you've summed up the neurotic's plight.