I try to know what I need to know. I make sure to know what I want to know. (Nero Wolfe)

The fricassee with dumplings is made by a Mrs. Miller whose husband has left her four times on account of her disposition and returned four times on account of her cooking.

The constant petty behests of life permit few opportunities for major satisfactions, and when one is offered it should be seized.

Subtlety chases the obvious up a never-ending spiral and never quite catches it.

All my important decisions are made for me by my subconscious. My frontal lobes are just kidding themselves that they decide anything at all. All they do is think up reasons for the decisions that are already made.

There are two kinds of statistics, the kind you look up and the kind you make up.

The brain can be hoodwinked but not the stomach.