The secret to happiness is to put the burden of proof on unhappiness.

Usually the woman has an appointment with destiny, and the man just happens to be there.

A cat, after being scolded, goes about its business. A dog slinks off into a corner and pretends to be doing a serious self-reappraisal.

You can awaken each day to obligations you never chose — or you can decide now to choose them.

Eventually the person who tries to fix the problem will be blamed for causing it.

Ah, yes, my social life — a series of encounters where we briefly debate who is in the greater rush.

Wherever a mom goes, a prayer has been already there.