A husband only worries about a particular Other Man; a wife distrusts her whole species.

We are like people with short-term leases on summer cottages; we can never seem to make our provisions come out even with our stay.

The neurotic keeps minute track of his enemies; it is only his friends he is careless about.

Says the rude child: "No, I won't do it." Says the courteous grown-up: "Yes, I won't do it.

Women are never landlocked: they're always mere minutes away from the briny deep of tears.

True remorse is never just a regret over consequences; it is a regret over motive.

It does not undo harm to acknowledge that we have done it; but it undoes us not to acknowledge it.