“I don’t just try to be funny.”

Lovesick, bitter and hardened heart. Aching, waiting for life to start

On radio and television, magazines and the movies, you can’t tell what you’re going to get. When you look at the comic page, you can usually depend on something acceptable by the entire family.

Time goes by at such a pace,it’s funny how it’s easy to forget her face

In Roslyn, Pennsylvania, we started our real-life family circus. They provided the inspiration for my cartoons. I provided the perspiration.

I don’t have to come up with a ha-ha belly laugh every day, but drawings with warmth and love or ones that put a lump in the throat. That’s more important to me than a laugh.

I never studied art, but taught myself to draw by imitating the New Yorker cartoonists of that day, instead of doing my homework.

A peaceful home is as sacred a place as any chapel or cathedral.

I think it’s a novelty for cartoon characters to cross over into another strip or panel occasionally.

I like to feel that what I’m doing portrays this: a family where there is love between mother, father and the kids. It’s a subject that is near and dear to me.

Goal begins with “GO.”

Today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.

Many of my cartoons are not a belly laugh. I go for nostalgia, the lump in the throat, the tear in the eye, the tug in the heart.

A hug is like a boomerang – you get it back right away.

Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.

OF COURSE I’d like to be the ideal mother. But I’m too busy raising children.

Sometimes I get the feeling that I’m stranded in the wrong time where love is just a lyric in a children’s rhyme