A politician is a man who can be verbose in fewer words than anyone else.

Before the mind snaps, or the heart breaks, it gather itself like a clock about to strike. It might even be said one pulls himself together to disintegrate.

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

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?

What baffles me is the comfort people find in the idea that somebody dealt this mess. Blind and meaningless chance seems to me so much more congenial - or at least less horrible. Prove to me that there is a God and I will really begin to despair.

How do you expect mankind to be happy in pairs when it is miserable separately?

It is the final proof of God's omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.