You're bound to get idears if you go thinkin' about stuff

(Suicide) takes some doing, with maybe pain and maybe hell.

There is one thing pleasantly unconfusing about medicine. The direction and the end are fixed and the patient never works backward.

Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man.

The direction of a big act will warp history, but probably all acts do the same in their degree, down to a stone stepped over in the path or the breath caught at sight of a pretty girl or a fingernail nicked in the garden soil.

I don’t mind getting smacked on the chin. I just don’t want to get nibbled to death. There’s a difference.

And finally, in our time a beard is the one thing that a woman cannot do better than a man, or if she can her success is assured only in a circus.