Man - a figment of God's imagination.

How far we travel in life matters far less than those we meet along the way.

Our consciences take no notice of pain inflicted on others until it reaches a point where it gives pain to us.

[On Dutch flat poetry]: It is too smooth and blubbery; it reads like butter-milk gurgling from a jug.

If you take epitaphs seriously, we ought to bury the living and resurrect the dead.

The peoples furthest from civilization are the ones where equality between man and woman are furthest apart-and we consider this one of the signs of savagery.

You can go to heaven if you want. I'd rather stay in Bermuda.