There is no reciprocity. Men love women, women love children, children love hamsters.

Those who live on vanity must, not unreasonably, expect to die of mortification.

Men were made for war. Without it they wandered greyly about, getting under the feet of the women, who were trying to organize the really important things of life.

Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.

Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.

You can't live like a monk if you have two five-year-old twins. That ain't happening. Just the opposite, actually.