There is nothing as dull as an intellectual ally after a certain age.

There's one thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die - their silence.

Trying to determine what is going on in the world by reading newspapers is like trying to tell the time by watching the second hand of a clock.

That God has managed to survive the inanities of the religions that do Him homage is truly a miraculous proof of His existence.

They're a symbol of the whole town, pretending to fight, love, weep and laugh all the time - and they're phonies, all of them. And I head the list...their phony hearts were dripping with the milk of human kindness.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.

Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.