God knows there certainly ought to be a window around here somewhere, for all of us.

Remember what Anatole France said about the dog masturbating on your leg--'Sure, it's honest, but who needs it?

Anybody's marriage might benefit from an occasional embargo on talk.

Hard work, is the best medicine yet devised for all the ills of man- and of woman.

Hopeless emptiness. Now you've said it. Plenty of people are onto the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness.

A man could rant and smash and grapple with the State Police, and still the sprinklers whirled at dusk on every lawn and the television droned in every living room.

He couldn't even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.