Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger.

I write to escape ... to escape poverty.

You are here for but an instant, and you mustn't take yourself too seriously

Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.

Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?

Could it be that there were other things more desirable than cold logic and undefiled brain power?

It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.