Spite Is Never Lonely; Envy Always Tags

Despair Is Anger With No Place To Go.

A Woman Telling Her True Age Is Like A Buyer Confiding His Final Price To An Armenian Rug Dealer.

It's Easy Enough To Get Along With A Loved And Loving Child - At Least Till You Try To Get Him To Do Something.

Women Are Afraid Of Mice And Of Murder, And Of Very Little In Between.

The Neurotic Feels As Though Trapped In A Gas-filled Room Where At Any Moment Someone, Probably Himself, Will Strike A Match.