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.

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

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.

When I see a paragraph shrinking under my eyes like a strip of bacon in a skillet, I know I'm on the right track.

Try the Lamentations of Jeremiah. They always pick me up.

Why is the awfulness of families such a popular reason for starting another?

I wondered whether any woman could be happy with a man who says 'folderol'.