I'm not much but I'm all I have.

I'm not much but I'm all I have.

The hell with the newspapers. Nobody reads the letters to the editor column except the nuts. It's enough to get you down.

To live is to be haunted.

If the last to know he’s an addict is the addict, then maybe the last to know when a man means what he says is the man himself, he reflected.

So we and our elaborately evolving computers may meet each other halfway. Someday a human being, named perhaps Fred White, may shoot a robot named Pete Something-or-other, which has come out of a General Electric factory, and to his surprise see it weep and bleed. And the dying robot may shoot back and, to its surprise, see a wisp of gray smoke arise from the electric pump that it supposed was Mr. White's beating heart. It would be rather a great moment of truth for both of them.

A man is an angel that has gone deranged.