We've surrounded the most vital and commonplace human function with a vast morass of taboos, convention, hypocrisy, and plain claptrap.

Among famous traitors of history one might mention the weather.

Love at a distance may be poignant; it is also idealized. Contact, more than separation, is the test of attachment.

I always felt that the boiled potato, not the tudor rose, should be the national emblem.

It occurred to me that we live in a lunatic world where the only way to maintain peace is to have an enormous war-making machine.

Very few people, thank God, look like the pictures of them which are published in the papers and the weekly magazines.

Like building a house, travel always costs more than you estimate.