Of all second-class citizens, neurotics are the only ones who are so by choice.

Happiness is like the penny candy of our youth: we got a lot more for our money back when we had no money.

Says the rude child: "No, I won't do it." Says the courteous grown-up: "Yes, I won't do it.

We come late, if at all, to wine and philosophy: whiskey and action are easier.

All women are basically in competition with each other for a handful of eligible men.

It's easy enough to get along with a loved and loving child - at least till you try to get him to do something.

A woman asks little of love: only that she be able to feel like a heroine.