The only rules comedy can tolerate are those of taste, and the only limitations those of libel.

All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, and to, and why.

You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.

I don't believe the writer should know too much where he's going. If he does, he runs into old man blueprint—old man propaganda.

What would you do without me? Say 'nothing.'" "Nothing," said the Prince. "Good. Then you're helpless and I'll help you.

I was seized by the stern hand of Compulsion, that dark, unreasonable Urge that impels women to clean house in the middle of the night.

Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.