I woke up in bed with a man and a cat. The man was a stranger; the cat was not

In Wilson's scale of evaluations breakfast rated just after life itself and ahead of the chance of immortality.

A society that gets rid of all its troublemakers goes downhill.

When railroading time comes you can railroad—but not before.

A critic is a man who creates nothing and thereby feels qualified to judge the work of creative men. There is logic in this; he is unbiased, he hates all creative people equally.

Remember this: once the human race is established on more than one planet and especially, in more than one solar system, there is no way now imaginable to kill off the human race.

But when they began handing out doctorates for comparative folk dancing and advanced fly-fishing, I became too stink in’ proud to use the title. I won’t touch watered whiskey and I take no pride in watered-down degrees.