There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age, I missed it coming and going.

In a matriarchy men should be encouraged to take it easy, for most women prefer live husbands to blocks of shares and seats on the board.

Much of writing might be described as mental pregnancy with successive difficult deliveries.

Man, the creature who knows he must die, who has dreams larger than his destiny, who is forever working a confidence trick on himself, needs an ally. Mine has been tobacco.

Western man is schizophrenic.

Childhood, catching our imagination when it is fresh and tender, never lets go of us.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.