A burden in the bush is worth two on your hands.

Every man is occasionally visited by the suspicion that the planet on which he is riding is not really going anywhere; that the Force which controls its measured eccentricities hasn't got anything special in mind. If he broods on this somber theme long enough he gets the doleful idea that the laughing children on a merry-go-round or the thin, fine hands of a lady's watch are revolving more purposely than he is.

Why do you have to be a nonconformist like everybody else?

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.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

The most dangerous food is wedding cake.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.