Imprisonment is as irrevocable as death.

All roads end at the grave, which is the gate to nothingness.

Telling the truth is the funniest joke in the world.

I finished my first book seventy-six years ago. I offered it to every publisher on the English-speaking earth I had ever heard of. Their refusals were unanimous: and it did not get into print until, fifty years later; publishers would publish anything that had my name on it.

It is nearly 50 years since I was assured by a conclave of doctors that if I did not eat meat I should die of starvation.

My schooling not only failed to teach me what it professed to be teaching, but prevented me from being educated to an extent which infuriates me when I think of all I might have learned at home by myself.

It's easier to replace a dead man than a good picture.