Revenge leads to an empty fullness, like eating dirt.

When hope is hungry, everything feeds it

The neurotic keeps minute track of his enemies; it is only his friends he is careless about.

There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.

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.

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

One day you are an apprentice, and everybody's pet; the next, you are coldly expected to deliver. There is never sufficient warning that the second day is coming.