We all come from our own little planets. That's why we're all different. That's what makes life interesting.

And who are the greater criminals-those who sell the instruments of death, or those who buy them and use them?

Tenterhooks are the upholstery of the anxious seat.

The happiest miser on earth is the man who saves up every friend he can make.

The only people who grow old were born old to begin with.

He must be independent and brave, and sure of himself and of the importance of his work, because if he isn't he will never survive the scorching blasts of derision that will probably greet his first efforts.

Poor, dear God. Playing Idiot's Delight. The game that never means anything, and never ends.