Only where children gather is there any real chance of fun.
We choose those we like; with those we love, we have no say in the matter.
Life marks us all down, so it’s just as well that we start out by overpricing ourselves.
We always prefer war on our own terms to peace on someone else’s.
We lavish on animals the love we are afraid to show to people. They might not return it; or worse, they might.
Your children vividly remember every unkind thing you ever did to them, plus a few you really didn’t.
Society honors its living conformists and its dead troublemakers.
Most of us would rather risk catastrophe than read the directions...
No good neurotic finds it difficult to be both opinionated and indecisive.
Money is much more exciting than anything it buys.
It is important to our friends to believe that we are unreservedly frank with them, and important to friendship that we are not.
Even cowards can endure hardship; only the brave can endure suspense.
Few novels or plays could exist without at least one troublemaker in the group, and perhaps life couldn’t either.
If I knew what I was so anxious about, I wouldn’t be so anxious.
Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.
Few of us could bear to have ourselves for neighbors.
There are a handful of people whom money won’t spoil, and we all count ourselves among them.
Few of us write great novels; all of us live them.
A sense of humor is a major defense against minor troubles.
Most sermons sound to me like commercials – but I can’t make out whether God is the Sponsor or the Product.