By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease but the quacking duck gets shot.

Enough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.

Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.

Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.

I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men. They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them. And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river and I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.