The first two days of a vacation are endless; then it flies.

Surrounded by people who love life, you love it too; surrounded by people who don't, you don't.

An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners' names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought.

My religious position: I think that God could do a lot better, and I'm willing to give Him the chance.

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.

Most of our diversions do not so much delay death as accustom us to it.

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