How long should a man's legs be? Long enough to touch the ground.

He said I was unequipped to meet life because I had no sense of humor.

I asked him what, if anything, got him down about teaching. He said he didn't think that anything about it got him exactly down, but there was one thing, he thought, that frightened him: reading the pencilled notations in the margins of books in the college library.

She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.

This is God's universe, buddy, not yours, and he has the final say about what's ego and what isn't.

You take a really sleepy man, Esmé, and he always stands a chance of again becoming a man with all his fac — with all his f-a-c-u-l-t-i-e-s intact.

I'm one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.