I love being a writer. What I can’t stand is the paperwork.
The value of marriage is not that adults produce children, but that children produce adults.
Human nature is pretty shabby stuff, as you may know from introspection.
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.
There are times when parenthood seems nothing more than feeding the hand that bites you.
Let us hope…that a kind Providence will put a speedy end to the acts of God under which we have been laboring.
The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance.
The tuba is certainly the most intestinal of instruments, the very lower bowel of music.
Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.
The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds – they mature slowly.
The difficulty with marriage is that we fall in love with a personality, but must live with a character.
Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.
A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.