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.

There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.

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.

I myself have known some profoundly thoughtful dogs.

A pinch of probability is worth a pound of perhaps.

So much has already been written about everything that you can't find out anything about it.

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.