Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.

I never knew anyone yet who got up at six who did anything more useful between that time and breakfast than banging a tennis ballup against the side of the house, waiting for the more civilized members of the party to get up.

She sleeps alone at last.

If Mr. Einstein doesn't like the natural laws of the universe, let him go back to where he came from.

Except for an occasional heart attack I feel as young as I ever did.

A great many people have come up to me and asked how I manage to get so much work done and still keep looking so dissipated.

Work is a form of nervousness.