I am an atheist (or at best a Unitarian who winds up in church quite a lot).

Each one of us has to be what he or she is.

I am eternally grateful for my knack of finding in great books, some of them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no matter what else might be going on.

The mountebank told them that God was surely trying to kill them, possibly because He was through with them, and that they should have the good manners to die. This, as you can see, they did.

I think you guys are going to have to come up with a lot of wonderful new lies, or people just aren't going to want to go on living.

Laughter or crying is what a human being does when there's nothing else he can do.

I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone. I get drunk, and I drive my wife away with a breath like mustard gas and roses. And then, speaking gravely and elegantly into the telephone, I ask the telephone operators to connect me with this friend or that one, from whom I have not heard in years.