The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.

In philosophy if you aren't moving at a snail's pace you aren't moving at all.

Real misery cuts off all paths to itself.

Marriage isn't a tram. It doesn't have to get anywhere.

It's easier to sell junk when you're known than works of genius when you're unknown.

Of course men play roles, but women play roles too, blanker ones. They have, in the play of life, fewer good lines.

One doesn't have to get anywhere in a marriage. It's not a public conveyance.