Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?

The sanity of the average banquet speaker lasts about two and a half months; at the end of that time he begins to mutter to himself, and calls out in his sleep.

I don't believe the writer should know too much where he's going. If he does, he runs into old man blueprint—old man propaganda.

American girls often marry someone they can't stand to spite someone they can.

The trouble with the lost generation is that it didn't get lost enough.

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

I myself have known some profoundly thoughtful dogs.