Mignon McLaughlin (June 6, 1913 – December 20, 1983) was an American journalist and author.
Nobody knows the trouble we've seen-but we keep trying to tell them.
Altruism is a hard master, but so is opportunism.
You can't truthfully explain your smallest action without fully revealing your character.
In life, as in restaurants, we swallow a lot of indigestible stuff just because it comes with the dinner.
The first-rate mind is always curious, compassionate, original, and pessimistic.
Of all second-class citizens, neurotics are the only ones who are so by choice.
Others settle for small rewards; the neurotic must always go for broke.
So long as God reveals Himself, or doesn't, He is behaving like God.
Creative work is one of life's greatest pleasures, and the only one we will gladly interrupt.
Even cowards can endure hardship; only the brave can endure suspense.
There's an awful lot of blood around that water is thicker than.
We are keenly aware of the faults of our friends, but if they like us enough it doesn't matter.
As we grow older, our capacity for enjoyment shrinks, but not our appetite for it.
We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.
Neurotics think of the past with resentment, and the future with dread; the present just doesn't exist.
There's something in every atheist, itching to believe, and something in every believer, itching to doubt.
Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.
It's innocence when it charms us, ignorance when it doesn't.
The ideal home: big enough for you to hear the children, but not very well.
To smoke or not to smoke: I can make of either a life-work.