The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything

Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.

All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

Books are the door of escape from the forest.

I don't know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.