Life is a crowded superhighway with bewildering cloverleaf exits on which a man is liable to find himself speeding back in the direction he came.

We are not primarily put on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through.

The value of marriage is not that adults produce children but that children produce adults.

Rather than waste precious time arguing, I went up and started serving my "sentence" without delay. It was usually about an hour for epigrams; somewhat longer for a paradox.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability

When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.