I made a tentative conclusion. It seemed from all of this that uppermost among human joys is the negative one of restoration: not going to the stars, but learning that one may stay where one is.

We know the human brain is a device to keep the ears from grating on one another.

The tuba is certainly the most intestinal of instruments, the very lower bowel of music.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

The trouble with treating people as equals is that the first thing you know they may be doing the same thing to you.

Sex in marriage is like medicine. Three times a day for the first week. Then once a day for another week. Then once every three or four days till the condition clears up.

Anyone informed that the universe is expanding and contracting in pulsations of eighty billion years has a right to ask. What's in it for me?