When I see a paragraph shrinking under my eyes like a strip of bacon in a skillet, I know I'm on the right track.

The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.

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

Confession is good for the soul only in the sense that a tweed coat is good for dandruff - it is a palliative rather than a remedy.

When I see a paragraph shrinking under my eyes like a strip of bacon in a skillet, I know I'm on the right track.

Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.

This human nature is shabby stuff, as you may know from introspection.