A hypochondriac is one who has a pill for everything except what ails him.
Few novels or plays could exist without at least one troublemaker in the group, and perhaps life couldn't either.
Women go to beauty parlors for the unmussed look men hate.
Good food, good sex, good digestion, good sleep: to these basic animal pleasures, man has added nothing but the good cigarette.
We can never understand other people's motives, nor their furniture.
At night, neurotics may toil not, but oh how they spin!