Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas.
You don’t get over hating to cook, any more than you get over having big feet.
It’s easier to find a traveling companion than to get rid of one.
Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut save you thirty cents?
But let me say this about learning experiences: they’re weird. Or put it this way: what you learn from a learning experience is generally something else.
As millions of women have done before me, I pulled domesticity over my head like a blanket and found I was still cold.
You may have noticed, as I have, that if ever you find yourself declaring emphatically and unequivocally that you will never do some one particular thing, chances are good that this is precisely what you will one day find yourself doing.
Like a chastity belt, the package tour keeps you out of mischief but a bit restive for wondering what you missed.
On their return from a trip, it is wise to see friends promptly, before they’ve had time to get their pictures developed.
I didn’t learn for years that you generally find your Self after you quit looking for it.
Many a restaurant seems to employ more copy writers than cooks.
I believe that one’s basic financial attitudes are – like a tendency toward fat knees – probably formed in utero, or, at the very latest, in cribbo.
The fact is, the cocktail party has much in its favor. Going to one is a good way of indicating that you’re still alive and about, if such is the case, and that you’re glad other people are, without having to spend an entire evening proving it.
Mothers always think you are working either too hard or not hard enough.
It is always a taut moment in a foreign country waiting to see if your English-speaking guide speaks English...
Drinking: something to do while getting drunk.
Everything takes longer than you think it should, except for some things that don’t take as long.
When you’re little, time stretches obligingly, and vacation is forever.
I recently adopted for my own a good motto I saw somewhere, on a barroom mirror or possibly a washroom wall: ‘The time you enjoyed wasting wasn’t wasted.’ I think I’ll have that printed some day on a T-shirt or the bedroom ceiling.
Peas went with carrots as infallibly as ham went with eggs. For years I thought carrots and peas grew on the same vine.