Belief is nearly the whole of the universe whether based on truth or not.

I'm mad about being old and I'm mad about being American. Apart from that, OK.

The things other people have put into my head, at any rate, do not fit together nicely, are often useless and ugly, are out of proportion with one another, are out of proportion with life as it really is outside my head.

Take it from somebody who has been around for a million years: When you get right down to it, food is practically the whole story every time.

Rome wasn't built in a day.

The biggest truth to face now - what is probably making me unfunny now for the remainder of my life - is that I don't think people give a damn whether the planet goes or not. It seems to me as if everyone is living as members of Alcoholics Anonymous do, day by day. And a few more days will be enough. I know of very few people who are dreaming of a world for their grandchildren.

The Earthlings behaved at all times as though there were a big eye in the sky—as though that big eye were ravenous for entertainment.