A perfect marriage is one in which "I'm sorry" is said just often enough.
Character is what emerges from all the little things you were too busy to do yesterday, but did anyway.
When the pain is great enough, we will let anyone be doctor.
Vanity, revenge, loneliness, boredom, all apply: lust is one of the least of the reasons for promiscuity.
Of all second-class citizens, neurotics are the only ones who are so by choice.
It must infuriate our children to see us always so much more forbearing with everybody else's.