Maturity begins when we're content to feel we're right about something without feeling the necessity to prove someone else wrong.

Filth is always a sign of weakness - in the mouth of the user and in the mind of the writer.

The reason that truth is stranger than fiction is that fiction has to have a rational thread running through it in order to be believable, whereas reality may be totally irrational.

Making out an invitation list for a party brings out the worst in everyone. It is then that our most ruthless estimates of the people we know come into play.

Happiness is a direction, not a place.

When we have "second thoughts" about something, our first thoughts don't seem like thoughts at all - just feelings.

Between the semi-educated, who offer simplistic answers to complex questions, and the overeducated, who offer complicated answers to simple questions, it is a wonder that any questions get satisfactorily answered at all.