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.

Why is the awfulness of families such a popular reason for starting another?

The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance.

I was thinking that we all learn by experience, but some of us have to go to summer school.

If there's anything I hate it's the word humorist-I feel like countering with the word seriousist.

I wondered whether any woman could be happy with a man who says 'folderol'.

How do you expect mankind to be happy in pairs when it is miserable separately?