Neurotics Have Plenty Of Non-neurotic Friends, But

Nobody Knows The Trouble We've Seen-but We Keep Trying To Tell Them.

Men Prefer Brief Praise, Pitched High; Women Are Satisfied With Praise In A Lower Key, Just So It Goes On And On.

My Thoughts, I Guess, Are Bitter; Who But The Bitter Have Thoughts?

Your Best Work Always Seems To Have Been Done By Someone Else.

Few Novels Or Plays Could Exist Without At Least One Troublemaker In The Group, And Perhaps Life Couldn't Either.