Love’s blindness consists oftener in seeing what is not there than in seeing what is.
The rich aren’t like us, they pay less taxes.
We know the human brain is a device to keep the ears from grating on one another.
We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.
When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.
A politician is a man who can be verbose in fewer words than anyone else.
I made a tentative conclusion. It seemed from all of this that uppermost among human joys is the negative one of restoration: not going to the stars, but learning that one may stay where one is.
Before the mind snaps, or the heart breaks, it gather itself like a clock about to strike. It might even be said one pulls himself together to disintegrate.
What people believe is a measure of what they suffer.
Human nature is pretty shabby stuff, as you may know from introspection.
My father hated radio and could not wait for television to be invented so he could hate that too.
Confession is good for the soul only in the sense that a tweed coat is good for dandruff – it is a palliative rather than a remedy.
There are times when parenthood seems nothing more than feeding the hand that bites you.
Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.
The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance.
Everybody hates me because I’m so universally liked.
We are not primarily put on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through.
Anyone informed that the universe is expanding and contracting in pulsations of eighty billion years has a right to ask. What’s in it for me?
Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.
We must love one another, yes, yes, that’s all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other.