In an extensive reading of recent books by psychologists, psychoanalysts, psychiatrists, and inspirationalists, I have discovered that they all suffer from one or more of these expression-complexes: italicizing, capitalizing, exclamation-pointing, multiple-interrogating, and itemizing. These are all forms of what the psychos themselves would call, if they faced their condition frankly, Rhetorical-Over-Compensation.

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.

Discussion in America means dissent.

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

With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.

Most of the faint intimations of immortality of which we are occasionally aware would seem to arise out of Art or the materials of Art.

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