The most valuable lesson man has learned from his dog is to kick a few blades of grass over it and move on.

If it doesn't work horizontally as prose... it probably won't work any better vertically pretending to be poetry.

Material success is always tempered by the recollection that there was some kind of happiness that was supposed to come with it.

It's getting harder and harder to worry needlessly.

If you could eavesdrop on everything said about you, you'd spend most of your time waiting for the subject to come up.

If I had it to do again, I'd ask more questions and interrupt fewer answers.

Hamlet at 70: "To sleep, perchance to dream. To awaken, perchance to go to the bathroom."