The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.

The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.

A husband is a guy who tells you when you've got on too much lipstick and helps you with your girdle when your hips stick.

I think progress began to retrogress when Wilbur and Orville started tinkering around in Dayton and at Kitty Hawk, because I believe that two Wrights made a wrong.

I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, were it not for making living, which is rather a nouciance.

I'd rather be a great bad poet than a good bad poet.

Indeed, everybody wants to be a wow, But not everybody knows exactly how.