Nothing could be more reckless than to base one's moral philosophy on the latest pronouncements of science.

In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.)

The ideal kitchen-sink novel: Throw in everything but the kitchen sink. Then add the kitchen sink.

How can I be so evil? It ain't easy.

Pure science is a myth: Both mathematical theoreticians like Albert Einstein and practical crackpots like Henry Ford dealt with different aspects of the same world.

Might does not make right but it sure makes what is.

Nothing could be older than the daily news, nothing deader than yesterday's newspaper.