Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't born dead. I never met a man who was less interested in the living. Sometimes I think that's the trouble with the world: too many people in high places who are stone-cold dead.

True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.

Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God.

It is time for me to be dead for a little while - and then live again.

It posed the question posed by all such stone piles.: how had puny men moved stones so big? And, like all such stone piles, it answered the question itself. Dumb terror had moved those stones so big

One [television] program was an interminable exploration of the question: can a woman with a low I.Q. be happily married to a man with a high one? The answer seemed to be yes and no.

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.