Dearer to me than the evening star A Packard car A Hershey bar Or a bride in her rich adorning Dearer than any of these by far Is to lie in bed in the morning

A lawyer is never entirely comfortable with a friendly divorce, anymore than a good mortician wants to finish his job and then have the patient sit up on the table.

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?

Being divorced is like being hit by a Mack truck. If you live through it, you start looking very carefully to the right and to the left.

The real menace in dealing with a five-year-old is that in no time at all you begin to sound like a five-year-old.

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs, it's just possible you haven't grasped the situation.

I was always the last woman on the last down elevator as the store was closing.

Marrying a man is like buying something you've been admiring for a long time in a shop window. You may love it when you get it home, but it doesn't always go with everything else in the house.

Do you know how helpless you feel if you have a full cup of coffee in your hand and you start to sneeze?

I feel about airplanes the way I feel about diets. It seems to me that they are wonderful things for other people to go on.

Some enterprising youth should go from door to door on Christmas morning peddling batteries.

Misunderstanding and distrust—the predominant elements of a novel. Without them, everyone lives happily from beginning.

Be baptize with the Holy Spirit.

Some books sold because they are (said to be) great. Some are (said to be) great because they sold.

She isn't like any of the girls I ever knew, or any of the girls I was myself.

If God does indeed exist, then He is good, and He is just, and He stands upon the side of right.

One day the play ends and the screen goes blank. There is nothing. Everything returns to its original formlessness - and then another dream begins.

There is only one good thing in life, and that is love.

O cease! must hate and death return, Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!

I wish people who have trouble communicating would just shut up.

Everyone has a common, yet unique, responsibility to the future: to make the most of today.