There is no solution to death.Life intends to kill us.

Have you noticed that the astronomers and mathematicians are much the most cheerful people of the lot? I suppose that perpetually contemplating things on so vast a scale makes them feel either that it doesn't matter a hoot anyway, or that anything so large and elaborate must have some sense in it somewhere.

And then, at night, the lit lamp and the drawn curtain, with the flutter of the turned page and soft scrape of pen on paper the only sounds to break the silence between quarter- and quarter-chime.

To complain that man measures God by his own experience is a waste of time; man measures everything by his own experience; he has no other yardstick.

Heroics that don't come off are the very essence of burlesque.

He was so crooked, you could have used his spine for a safety-pin.

To know one's own limitations is the hallmark of competence.