We live a pleasant life shopping at the Food Shoppe . . . taking the kids to the Weinery-Beanery, . . . and eating bran flakes . .. and then, with no warning, we wake up one morning stricken with middle age, full of loneliness, dumb, in pain. Our work is useless, our vocation is lost, and nobody cares about us at all. This is not bearable. In despair, we go do something spectacularly dumb, like run away with Amber the cocktail waitress, and suddenly all the women in our life look at us with unmitigated disgust.

He was admired for never being at a loss for words and never wasting any either.

Your life is a work of art, and in the end, the underlying theme of great art is bravery and hope and love.

Marriage, friends, is a lifelong feast; love is no light lunch.

My ability to keep cool in a crisis is based entirely on not knowing all the facts.

Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.

Enough. Man is capable of reform once presented with the facts, and the fact is that bottling water and shipping it is a big waste of fuel, so stop already.