The Swiss are a neat and an industrious people, none of whom is under seventy-five years of age.

Of Orson Welles: It's like meeting God without dying.

He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

[On being shown an apartment by a real estate agent:] Oh, dear, that's much too big. All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.

In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He shall ride the silver seas, He shall cut the glittering wave. I shall sit at home, and rock; Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock; Brew my tea, and snip my thread; Bleach the linen for my bed. They will call him brave.

Sometimes I think I'll give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day.