Katharine Elizabeth Whitehorn CBE (born 1928) is a British journalist, writer, and columnist who is known for her wit and humour and as a keen observer of the changing role of women.
The Life and Soul, the man who will never go home while there is one man, woman or glass of anything not yet drunk.
It's a pity more men are not bastards by birth instead of vocation.
As ridiculous to approve of property and let a few men have a grossly unfair share of it, as say you are all for marriage, and then let one man have all the wives.
I wouldn't say when you've seen one Western you've seen the lot; but when you've seen the lot you get the feeling you've seen one.
A food is not necessarily essential just because your child hates it.
Hats divide generally into three classes: offensive hats, defensive hats, and shrapnel.
Whereas a lot of men used to ask for conversation when they really wanted sex, nowadays they often feel obliged to ask for sex even when they really want conversation.
As anyone who has ever fallen foul of an airport, a conventional hospital or a bad restaurant knows, misery is made up of little things.
I yield to no one in my admiration for the office as a social center, but it's no place actually to get any work done.
Perennials are the ones that grow like weeds, biennials are the ones that die this year instead of next and hardy annuals are the ones that never come up at all.
There are some circles in America where it seems to be more socially acceptable to carry a hand-gun than a packet of cigarettes.
Find out what you like doing best, and get someone to pay you for it.
It has long been my boast that I can read or eat anything. But unfortunately, although I eat like a Hoover, I read so slowly that I am always on the smart book three years after everyone else has finished.
As I look around the West End these days, it seems to me that outside every thin girl is a fat man, trying to get in.
When it comes to housework the one thing no book of household management can ever tell you is how to begin. Or maybe I mean why.
I am all for people having their heart in the right place; but the right place for a heart is not inside the head.
Why do born-again people so often make you wish they'd never been born the first time?
From a commercial point of view, if Christmas did not exist it would be necessary to invent it.
In our society mothers take the place elsewhere occupied by the Fates, the System, Negroes, Communism or Reactionary Imperialist Plots; mothers go on getting blamed until they're eighty, but shouldn't take it personally.
Newish friends, if they get ghastly, can be weighed and found wanting, but you'd never do a thing like that to old ones; their terrible habits are just part of the universe.