Cast me into a dungeon, burn me at the stake, crown me king of kings, I can 'pursue happiness' as long as my brain lives - but neither gods nor saints, wise men nor subtle drugs, can ensure that I will catch it.

Remember though, your best weapon is between your ears and under your scalp -provided it's loaded.

You have to give an editor something to change, or he gets fretful. After he pees in it, he likes the flavor better, so he buys it.

Anything free costs twice as much in the long run or turns out worthless.

Working because you want to is the best sort of play.

From the strictest humanitarian viewpoint, any attempt to stop the processes by which over crowded cities purge themselves is not a kindness.

Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse.