Man is troubled by what might be called the Dog Wish, a strange and involved compulsion to be as happy and carefree as a dog

When all things are equal, translucence in writing is more effective than transparency, just as glow is more revealing than glare.

Let me be the first to admit that the naked truth about me is to the naked truth about Salvador Dali as an old ukulele in the attic is to a piano in a tree, and I mean a piano with breasts. Senor Dali has the jump on me from the beginning. He remembers and describes in detail what it was like in the womb. My own earliest memory is of accompanying my father to a polling booth in Columbus, Ohio, where he voted for William McKinley.

The pounding of the cylinders increased: ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa.

Man has gone long enough, or even too long, without being man enough to face the simple truth that the trouble with man is man.

The paths of glory at least lead to the Grave, but the paths of duty may not get you Anywhere.

I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel. The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.