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

Life is a crowded superhighway with bewildering cloverleaf exits on which a man is liable to find himself speeding back in the direction he came.

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

Do you believe in astrology? -I don't even believe in astronomy.

Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.

We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous splinter of eternity.

I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.