A cowboy is a farm boy in leather britches and a comical hat.

Christian theology: nothing so grotesque could possibly be true.

Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.

Jane Austen: Getting into her books is like getting in bed with a cadaver. Something vital is lacking; namely, life.

Why the critics, like a flock of ducks, always move in perfect unison: Their authority with the public depends upon an appearance of unanimous agreement. One dissenting voice would shatter the whole fragile structure.

If, as some say, evil lies in the hearts and not the institutions of men, then there's hardly a distinction worth making between, say, Hitler's Germany and Rebecca's Sunnybrook Farm.

A genius is always on duty; even his dreams are tax deductible.