I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.

If sometimes there seems to be a sort of sameness of sound in The New Yorker, it probably can be traced to the magazine's copydesk, which is a marvelous fortress of grammatical exactitude and stylish convention.

I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.

Security, for me, took a tumble not when I read that there were Communists in Hollywood but when I read your editorial in praise of loyalty testing and thought control. If a man is in health, he doesn't need to take anybody else's temperature to know where he is going.

Computing machines perhaps can do the work of a dozen ordinary men, but there is no machine that can do the work of one extraordinary man.

I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.

I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. "Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.