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

Love requires a willingness to die; marriage, a willingness to live.

Boredom is often the cause of promiscuity, and always its result.

The neurotic longs to touch bottom, so at least he won't have that to worry about anymore.

Pity all newlyweds. She cooks something nice for him, and he brings her flowers, and they kiss and think: How easy marriage is.

It's awesome to realize that if your greatest potential talent is for riding a bicycle upside down on a high wire, you will somehow discover it.

When we discuss those we love with those who do not love them, the end of love is near.