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

We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.

All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men.

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

After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage.

Men gossip less than women, but mean it.

Men feel that women somehow drag them down, and women feel that way about men. It's possible that both are right.