Your children tell you casually years later what it would have killed you with worry to know at the time.

I know which side my bread is buttered on: the side which falls on the carpet.

At night, neurotics may toil not, but oh how they spin!

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

We always prefer war on our own terms to peace on someone else's.

Women flirt to keep their stock high, men to get somewhere.

Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.