Traveling with children corresponds roughly to traveling third class in Bulgaria.

It has always seemed to me that the most difficult part of building a bridge would be the start.

An ardent supporter of the hometown team should go to a game prepared to take offense, no matter what happens.

All laughter is a muscular rigidity spasmodically relieved by involuntary twitching.

My first big mistake was made when, in a moment of weakness, I consented to learn the game; for a man who can frankly say "I do not play bridge" is allowed to go over in the corner and run the pianola by himself, while the poor neophyte, no matter how much he may protest that he isn't "at all a good player, in fact I'm perfectly rotten," is never believed, but dragged into a game where it is discovered, too late, that he spoke the truth.

The wise man thinks once before he speaks twice.

Even nowadays a man can't step up and kill a woman without feeling just a bit unchivalrous.