The nation that complacently and fearfully allows its artists and writers to become suspected rather than respected is no longer regarded as a nation possessed with humor or depth.

Remember laughter. You'll need it even in the blessed isles of Ever After.

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

I think that maybe if women and children were in charge we would get somewhere.

One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.

Unless artists can remember what it was to be a little boy, they are only half complete as artist and as man.

Two is company, four is a party, three is a crowd. One is a wanderer.