A perfect marriage is one in which "I'm sorry" is said just often enough.

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

When we discuss those we love with those who do not love them, the end of love is near.

We semaphore from ship to ship, but they're sinking, too.

The neurotic circles ceaselessly above a fogged-in airport.

A productive marriage requires falling in enjoy numerous occasions, usually with the identical man or woman.

Make a habit of telling the truth, or make a habit of lying: to decide each case on its own merits is exhausting, and hardly ever worth it.