I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.

Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.

All I can say is that laughter is my music; I would deeply suspect an argument which hadn't laughter.

Anyone who shoots a real gun at you when drunk and angry is simply not husband material, regardless of his taste in literature.

I cannot teach -- if I teach as teaching should be I become so exhausted I nearly die, I seem to have no middle gear.

I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.

Did you ever look into the personalities of male cooks, Army, logging camp, etc.? They're all supposed to be crazy, incomprehensible, contemptible. And angry. The act of feeding adult males seems to have strange personality effects.