Love is the magician that pulls him out of his own hat.

Despite all our toil and progress, the art of medicine still falls somewhere between trout casting and spook writing.

Like the actor, authority has faith in its false whiskers. But its deepest faith is in the human illusion. People will hang on to illusion as eagerly as life itself.

I have written a raucous valentine to a poet's dream and agony.

H.L.Mencken's war aims, according to the handful of observers who deigned to notice his conflict, were the overthrow of American Democracy, the Christian religion, and the YMCA. He was also credited with trying to wipe out poets and luncheon orators.

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

Out of the thousand writers huffing and puffing through movieland there are scarcely fifty men and women of wit or talent. The rest of the fraternity is deadwood. Yet, in a curious way, there is not much difference between the product of a good writer and a bad one. They both have to toe the same mark.