forgetting things is what gives old age a bad name, that and old age.

People will admit to arson and mayhem sooner than no sense of humor.

Peas went with carrots as infallibly as ham went with eggs. For years I thought carrots and peas grew on the same vine.

As millions of women have done before me, I pulled domesticity over my head like a blanket and found I was still cold.

the most all-around, practical, long-wearing illusions are the ones that you weave yourself.

I recently adopted for my own a good motto I saw somewhere, on a barroom mirror or possibly a washroom wall: 'The time you enjoyed wasting wasn't wasted.' I think I'll have that printed some day on a T-shirt or the bedroom ceiling.

You may have noticed, as I have, that if ever you find yourself declaring emphatically and unequivocally that you will never do some one particular thing, chances are good that this is precisely what you will one day find yourself doing.