Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of a morning in the middle of a war, wanting to know what democracy is.

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

Being the owner of Dachshunds, to me a book on dog discipline becomes a volume of inspired humor. Every sentence is a riot. Some day, if I ever get a chance, I shall write a book, or warning, on the character and temperament of the Dachshund and why he can't be trained and shouldn't be. I would rather train a striped zebra to balance an Indian club than induce a Dachshund to heed my slightest command. When I address Fred I never have to raise either my voice or my hopes. He even disobeys me when I instruct him in something he wants to do.

The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.

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

The vision of milk and honey, it comes and goes. But the odor of cooking goes on forever.

Sometimes a writer, like an acrobat, must try a trick that is too much for him.