I write humor the way a surgeon operates, because it is a livelihood, because I have a great urge to do it, because many interesting challenges are set up, and because I have the hope it may do some good.

Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.

The unicorn is a mythical beast.

We all know that the theater and every play that comes to Broadway have within themselves, like the human being, the seed of self-destruction and the certainty of death. The thing is to see how long the theater, the play, and the human being can last in spite of themselves.

Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!

A drawing is always dragged down to the level of its caption.

There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.