Some of my ancestors fought in the American Revolution. A few more wore red coats, a few wore blue coats, and the rest wore no coats at all. We never did figure out who won that war.

The tragic sense of life: our heroic acceptance of the suffering of others.

Women truly are better than men. Otherwise, they'd be intolerable.

What our economists call a depressed area almost always turns out to be a cleaner, freer, more livable place than most.

Women: We cannot love them all. But we must try.

I always wanted to be a cowboy. But alas! I was burdened early with certain inescapable obligations to world literature.

As between the skulking and furtive poacher, who hunts for the sake of meat, and the honest gentleman shooter, who kills for the pleasure of sport, I find the former a higher type of humanity.