After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6 degrees of marriage.

Neurotics make poor patriots; if you're ashamed of something as big as yourself, it's hard to be proud of something as small as your country.

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.

Comfort, or revelation: God owes us one of these, but surely not both.

How can a man marry wisely in his twenties? The girl he's going to wind up wanting hasn't even been born.

The next voice you hear will undoubtedly be your own.

The ideal home: big enough for you to hear the children, but not very well.