The trouble with you and me, is that we don't live in the real world. We dream of fantastic things that may never happen.

Ideas are like everything else. They've got to be marketed.

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?

When engaged in eating, the brain should be the servant of the stomach.

It is my experience that no one, in the course of conversation, can fail to give themselves away sooner or later. Everyone has an irresistible urge to talk about themselves.

Nothing, I believe, is so full of life under the microscope as a drop of water from a stagnant pool.

Very few of us are what we seem.