Writing is both mask and unveiling.

Never hurry and never worry!

The world likes humor, but it treats it patronizingly. It decorates its serious artists with laurel, and its wags with Brussels sprouts.

There is another sort of day which needs celebrating in song -- the day of days when spring at last holds up her face to be kissed, deliberate and unabashed. On that day no wind blows either in the hills or in the mind.

It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn't catch the remark because I wasn't paying attention.

Not even a collapsing world looks dark to a man who is about to make his fortune.

Once in everyone's life there is apt to be a period when he is fully awake, instead of half-asleep.