It is not true that nice guys finish last. Nice guys are winners before the game even starts.

You learn just by trying and experimenting. By the time I was 14, I had my own comic strip in the Kansas City paper.

When the war was over and the guys were back to shaving every day, the editor thought the Beetle Bailey strips were hurting their disciplinary efforts to get the guys back to routine.

Seven days without laughter makes one weak.

You taught me to be nice, so nice that now I am so full of niceness, I have no sense of right and wrong, no outrage, no passion.

At one time Tribune Syndicate emptied out their storeroom. They put tables full of original cartoons down in the lobby and said take one if you want one. The comics were simply a burden to them.

Everything I know, I write about. My only research is what I did.