All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men.

The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.

If your children spend most of their time in other people's houses, you're lucky; if they all congregate at your house, you're blessed.

Hot dogs always seem better out than at home; so do French-fried potatoes; so do your children.

The young are generally full of revolt, and are often pretty revolting about it.

Women usually love what they buy, yet hate two-thirds of what is in their closets.

The woman just ahead of you at the supermarket checkout has all the delectable groceries you didn't even know they carried.