I can still hear my mother wailing over some new kitchen crisis, "Oh God," and my father answering cozily from the silo, "Were you calling me, dear?

We pay for security with boredom, for adventure with bother.

If there's anything I hate it's the word humorist-I feel like countering with the word seriousist.

Time heals nothing — which should make us the better able to minister.

Rather than waste precious time arguing, I went up and started serving my "sentence" without delay. It was usually about an hour for epigrams; somewhat longer for a paradox.

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.