Sometimes writers of no talent at all can write great acting scenes. Sometimes the very best writers can't write scenes that come to life.

Memory is more indelible than ink.

On a plane you can pick up more and better people than on any other public conveyance since the stagecoach.

Fate keeps on happening.

I've never known a Philadelphian who wasn't a downright 'character'; possibly a defense mechanism resulting from the dullness of their native habitat.

The rarest of all things in American life is charm. We spend billions every year manufacturing fake charm that goes under the heading of public relations. Without it, America would be grim indeed.

One might feel that, at my age, I should look on life with more gravity. After all, I've been privileged to listen, firsthand, tosome of the most profound thinkers of my daywho were all beset by gloom over the condition the world had gotten into. Then why can't I view it with anything but amusement?