A man may debar nonsense from his library of reason, but not from the arena of his impulses.

The only thing I want is something I can't have; and that is to know if, 100 years from now, people will still buy my books.

Man's brain, enlarged fortuitously, invented words in an ambitious attempt to learn how to think, only to have them usurped by his emotions. But we still try.

Genius is fine for the ignition spark, but to get there someone has to see that the radiator doesn't leak and no tire is flat.

Dignities are like faces; no two are the same.

The fricassee with dumplings is made by a Mrs. Miller whose husband has left her four times on account of her disposition and returned four times on account of her cooking.

I like to walk around Manhattan, catching glimpses of its wild life, the pigeons and cats and girls.