The fault we admit to is seldom the fault we have, but it has a certain relationship to it, a somewhat similar shape, like that of a sleeve to an arm.

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

With men, as with women, the main struggle is between vanity and comfort; but with men, comfort often wins.

Love requires a willingness to die; marriage, a willingness to live.

When the pressures really mount, the neurotic must choose: Shall he have a good cry, or set fire to his neighbor's house?

We cough because we can't help it, but others do it on purpose.

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