They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke. If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop.

A woman asks little of love: only that she be able to feel like a heroine.

If you must reread old love letters, better pick a room without mirrors.

My doctor is nice; every time I see him, I'm ashamed of what I think of doctors in general.

In church, sacred music would make believers of us all — but preachers can be counted on to restore the balance.

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.

The first-rate mind is always curious, compassionate, original, and pessimistic.