In a man's middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.

In a sense the world dies every time a writer dies, because, if he is any good, he has been a wet nurse to humanity during his entire existence and has held earth close around him, like the little obstetrical toad that goes about with a cluster of eggs attached to his legs.

The circus comes as close to being the world in microcosm as anything I know; in a way, it puts all the rest of show business in the shade.

As in the sexual experience, there are never more than two persons present in the act of reading-the writer, who is the impregnator, and the reader, who is the resspondent. This gives the experience of reading a sublimity and power unequalled by any other form of communication.

Life's meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.

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

Children hold spring so tightly in their brown fists-just as grownups, who are less sure of it, hold it in their hearts.