The world is a grindstone and life is your nose

Radio is a bag of mediocrity where little men with carbon minds wallow in sluice of their own making.

I have just returned from Boston. It is the only thing to do if you find yourself up there.

A molehill man is a pseudo-busy executive who comes to work at 9 AM and finds a molehill on his desk. He has until 5 PM to make this molehill into a mountain. An accomplished molehill man will often have his mountain finished before lunch.

It is probably not love that makes the world go around, but rather those mutually supportive alliances through which partners recognize their dependence on each other for the achievement of shared and private goals.

I can't understand why a person will take a year to write a novel when he can easily buy one for a few dollars.

If I could get my membership fee back, I'd resign from the human race.