While on the subject of burning books, I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and destroyed records rather than have to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles. So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House, the Supreme Court, the Senate, the House of Representatives, or the media. The America I loved still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.

The little girls were wearing black party dresses and black party shoes, so strangers would know at once how nice they were.

The hare of history once more overtakes the tortoise of art.

What is the purpose of life?...To be the eyes and ears and conscience of the Creator of the Universe, you fool!

Contemplating a purported work of art is a social activity. Either you have a rewarding time, or you don't. You don't have to say why afterward. You don't have to say anything.

History is merely a list of surprises... It can only prepare us to be surprised yet again.

The best jokes are dangerous, and dangerous because they are in some way truthful.