So many people think that practicing an art is a good way to make a living. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. I'm talking about singing in the shower, I'm talking about dancing to the radio, I'm talking about writing a poem to a friend.

That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.

What do men want? They want a lot of pals, and they wish that people wouldn't get so mad at them.

It is always pitiful when any human being falls into a condition hardly more respectable than that of an animal. How much more pitiful it is when the person who falls has had all the advantages!

Roses are red, And ready for plucking, You're sixteen, And ready for high school.

I am the victim of a fortunate series of accidents.

[People] want to feel superior, so they imagine we're Bible thumpers and uneducated and all that.